“our day is a green apple cut in two
i look at you you dont see me
between us is the blind sun
on the steps our torn embrace
you call me i dont hear you between us is the deaf air
in the shop windows my lips are seeking your smile
at the crossroads our trampled kiss
i have given you my hand you dont feel it
emptiness has embraced you
in the squares your tear is seekinng my eyes
in the evening my day dead meets with your dead day
only in sleep we walk the same paths”
―
Vasko Popa,
Selected Poems