THE BEAUTIFUL GOD-HATER
- by Vasko Popa (1922-1991)
A regular customer in a local bar
Waves his empty sleeve
Fulminates from his undisciplined beard
We've buried the gods
And now it's the turn of the dummies
Who are playing at gods
The regular is hidden in tobacco clouds
Illuminated by his own words
Hewn from an oak trunk
He is as beautiful as a god
Dug up recently nearby
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translated by Anne Pennington from the Serbian of Vasko Popa (1922-1991)
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