The she-wolf lies
In heaven’s foothills
Her body a live coal
Is overgrown with grass
And covered with sun-pollen
The mountains in her breast
Rise menacing
And fall forgiving
Through her veins rivers howl
In her eyes lakes flash
In her measureless heart
Metallic ores melt from love
On the sevenfold fire
Wolves play over her back
And live in her crystal womb
To their first and from their final howl
“Popa’s imaginative journey resembles a Universe passing through a Universe. It has been one of the most exciting things in modern poetry, to watch this journey being made.” - Ted Hughes
Vasko Popa: Complete Poems
Anne Pennington, Francis R. Jones
[Anvil]
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