Green gloves rustle <br />On the avenue's branches <br /> <br />The evening carries us under its arm <br />By a path which leaves no trace <br /> <br />The rain falls on its knees <br />Before the fugitive windows <br /> <br />The yards come out of their gates <br />And stand looking after us <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-4/
