Poem no. 22

by Vasko Popa


Our day is a green apple
Cut in half

I look at you
You don't see me
There's a blind sun between us

On the stairway
Our torn-apart hug

You call me
I don't hear you
There's deaf air between us

In the shop-windows
My lips seek
Your smile

On the crossroads
Our run-over kiss

I've given you a hand
You can't feel it
The void has given you a hug

On the city squares
Your tear seeks
My eyes

In the evening my dead day
Meets your dead day

Only in a dream
Do we walk in the same fields

Translated by Lazar Pascanovic