Anne Pennington

Vasko Popa

Until her last breath she enlarges
Her Oxford house
Built in Slavonic
Vowels and consonants

She polishes the corner-stones
Until their Anglo-Saxon shine
Begins to sing

Her death is like a short breath-stop
Under the distant limetrees of her friends

Next 10 Poems

• Vasko Popa : Before The Game
• Vasko Popa : Between Games
• Vasko Popa : Far Within Us #1
• Vasko Popa : Far Within Us #2
• Vasko Popa : Far Within Us #3
• Vasko Popa : Far Within Us #4
• Vasko Popa : Far Within Us #5
• Vasko Popa : Far Within Us #6
• Vasko Popa : Far Within Us #7
• Vasko Popa : Give Me Back My Rags

Previous 10 Poems

• Vasko Popa : A Forgetful Number
• Vasko Popa : A Conceited Mistake
• Edgar Allan Poe : Ulalume
• Edgar Allan Poe : To Zante
• Edgar Allan Poe : To The River
• Edgar Allan Poe : To One In Paradise
• Edgar Allan Poe : To My Mother
• Edgar Allan Poe : To Marie Louise ( Shew ) ( Ii )
• Edgar Allan Poe : To Marie Louise ( Shew )
• Edgar Allan Poe : To M.l.s.