Each strips his own skin
Each bares his own constellation
Which has never seen the night
Each fills his skin with rocks
And plays with it
Lit by his own stars
Who doesn’t stop till dawn
Who doesn’t bat an eyelid or fall
Earns his own skin
(This game is rarely played)
(Vasko Popa)
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Based on Topics: Night PoemsBased on Keywords: strips, constellation, eyelid, bares, earns