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Wordsfall into silence
Silence falls upwards
Up where does it fall?
Heaven– wastebasket of our dreams.
Loversnever forgive each other for the beautiful time they spent together.
What'sthe sun writing on my back?
I can't read it.
The victoryof love:
Two vanquished.
Everyword has its own past.
But we only discover that years later,
when we too have ours.
Night,by your drawn blind deeper.
Committedto the mercy of the blind middle way,
We give ourselves life sentences day by day.
In sorrowheaven
is often our only ally.
"There'ssomething I'll never forgive you. Yourself!"
"Hold on, I'm changing into my birthday suit!"
Whateverit is that we both lack,,
together we'll find it awfully fast...
I quaffedthe alcohol of dreams...
The bottle is empty...I live in a dry-out world...
Beautifulis... the secret
smile of God. At.
The fact that. It
worked.
It'scharming
when two drink from one cup.
And terribly sad
when one drinks out of two.
Translated byJohn Minahane
From the collectionIn Blind Alleys(V slepých uličkách), IKAR, 1999
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Theysay a lie has short legs.
But how quick they are!
Lipspursed for a kiss
gather for a moment
all the wrinkles of love.
At the endof a movie
the hero
leaves
for the infinity of credits.
Whenyou edit your life,
you find out
that it wasn't really that much yours.
It belonged more to those who accidentally
passed by.
We feelthat we somehow remember
images that we have never seen before.
Could it be that our memory
came to this world before us?
Chimney-sweepwith white wings
that's what one looks like
when delivering real happiness.
More timesthan black cats
have I crossed the road
by myself.
Cameratakes pictures of the present
and will never understand
that it is merely recording the past.
It reallydoes matter
whether it is the audience or the nation who applauds you.
At midnightsharp
there is a brief moment
when yesterday is also tomorrow
at the same time.
Translated byPeter Petro
