The nights are running out of darkness <br /> <br />Steel branches grasp <br />The arms of passers-by <br /> <br />Only anonymour chimneys <br />Are free to walk the streets <br />Which slice across our sleeplessness <br /> <br />In the gutters our stars decay <br /> <br /> <br />Trans. by Anne Pennington <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Vasko Popa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-within-us-5/
