Vasko Popa, though not well known in the United States, is Yugoslavia's foremost poet, a fabulist who writes of war without sentimentality or rancor: "". . . My thoughts tell me I have left/some bloody some dull pain/At the bottom of the abyss behind me. . . I have no time for thinking/I journey."" This resilience is manifest throughout the 30-odd years of work represented here, its character shifting only as Popa's concerns do from the specific context of war to larger and more personal or generic themes, always close to home: ""My grandfather Milosh Popa Nemats/In all his life spoke fewer words/Than a man born dumb they say. . . . But he could get his shoulders/Under a green ox/And slowly lift it off the ground. . . ."" A beautiful collection by a poet of genuine vision.