Kalenics

by Vasko Popa


Why my eyes
On your face
Angel brother?

Colours dawn
On the edge of oblivion

Unknown shadows
Won’t let me sheath
Your sword’s thunder

Colours ripen
On a light bough of time

Why your beautiful spite
In the corner of my lips
Angel brother?

Colours burn
In the youth of my blood.


Translated by Lazar Pascanovic