Poetry Thursday - Belgrade by Vasko Popa

Belgrade

White bone among the clouds

Your arise out of your pyre
out of your ploughed-up barrows
Out of your scattered ashes

You arise out of your disappearance

The sun keeps you
In its golden reliquary
High above the yapping of centuries

And bears you to the marriage
Of the fourth river of Paradise
With the thirty-sixth river of Earth

White bone among the clouds
Bone of our bones

by Vasko Popa, translated from the Serbo-Croat by Anne Pennington (from World Poems on the Underground)