Here you will find the Poem Between Games of poet Vasko Popa
Nobody rests This one constantly shifts his eyes Hangs them on his head And whether he wants it or not starts walking backwards He puts them on the soles of his feet And whether he wants it or not returns walking on his head This one turns into an ear He hears all that won't let itself be heard But he grows bored Yearns to turn again into himself But without eyes he can't see how That one bares all his faces One after the other he throws them over the roof The last one he throws under his feet And sinks his head into his hands This one stretches his sight Stretches it from thumb to thumb Walks over it walks First slow then fast Then faster and faster That one plays with his head Juggles it in the air Meets it with his index finger Or doesn't meet it at all Nobody rests
