The Prisoners Of The Little Box

Vasko Popa

Open little box

We kiss your bottom and cover
Keyhole and key

The whole world lies crumpted in you
It resembles everything
Except itself

Not even your clear-sky mother
Would recognize it anymore

The rust will eat your key
Our world and us there inside
And finally you too

We kiss your four sides
And four corners
And twenty-four nails
And anything else you have

Open little box

Next 10 Poems

• Vasko Popa : The Tenants Of The Little Box
• Vasko Popa : The Victims Of The Little Box
• Vasko Popa : Wedding
• Alexander Pope : An Essay On Criticism
• Alexander Pope : An Essay On Man In Four Epistles: Epistle 1
• Alexander Pope : Argus
• Alexander Pope : Couplets On Wit
• Alexander Pope : Elegy To The Memory Of An Unfortunate Lady
• Alexander Pope : Eloisa To Abelard
• Alexander Pope : Epigram Engraved On The Collar Of A Dog Which I Gave To His Royal Highness

Previous 10 Poems

• Vasko Popa : The Owners Of The Little Box
• Vasko Popa : The Little Box
• Vasko Popa : The Judges Of The Little Box
• Vasko Popa : The Enemies Of The Little Box
• Vasko Popa : The Craftsmen Of The Little Box
• Vasko Popa : The Benefactors Of The Little Box
• Vasko Popa : The Admirers Of The Little Box
• Vasko Popa : Race
• Vasko Popa : Last News About The Little Box
• Vasko Popa : In The Village Of My Ancestors