Yesterday poetry was celebrated around the world -- the Guardian reported the event with mention of Cafés around the world that offered a cup of coffee in exchange for a poem. The occasion caused me to turn to one of my favorite international collections, The Horse Has Six Legs (Graywolf, 2010) -- an anthology of Serbian poetry translated and edited by poet Charles Simic. On 29 April 2011 I posted "Forgetful Number" by Yugoslav poet Vasko Popa (1922-1991) -- and here is another of Popa's poems. This one is part of a cycle of poems about "the little box" and it involves recursion.
Last News about the Little Box by Vasko Popa
The little box that contains the world
Fell in love with herself
And conceived
Still another little box.
Showing posts with label Vasko Popa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vasko Popa. Show all posts
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Friday, April 29, 2011
Forgetful Number
A lovely poem about more than a number . . .
Forgetful Number by Vasko Popa
Once upon a time there was a number
Pure and round like the sun
But lonely very lonely
It started to calculate by itself
Forgetful Number by Vasko Popa
Once upon a time there was a number
Pure and round like the sun
But lonely very lonely
It started to calculate by itself
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Vasko Popa
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