Here you will find the Poem Give Me Back My Rags #11 of poet Vasko Popa
I've wiped your face off my face Ripped your shadow off my shadow Leveled the hills in you Turned your plains into hills Set your seasons quarreling Turned all the ends of the world from you Wrapped the path of my life around you My impenetrable my impossible path Just try to meet me now Trans. by Anne Pennington Anonymous submission.