From the wrinkle between my brows <br />You watch till day breaks <br />On my face <br /> <br />The waxen night <br />Is beginning to singe <br />The fingers of dawn <br /> <br />Black bricks <br />Have already tiled <br />The whole dome of the sky <br /> <br /> <br />Trans. by Anne Pennington <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Vasko Popa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-within-us-6/
