Věnec sonetů XV (Czech)
Praha! To chutná jak hlt vína, i kdyby byla v sutinách a kdybych ztratil vlastní práh, krví se zalkla její její hlína,
z těch nebudu, kdož opouštějí, budu tu čekat s mrtvými od jara pozdě do zimy jak ten, kdo čeká u veřejí.
Kdyby smrt volal opět sýček, kdyby Bůh na nás zanevřel, jediná slza v řasách víček
tu kletbu nad střechami zlomí. To, co na srdci leželo mi, já pro vás přece zpívat chtěl. Uploaded by | Répás Norbert |
Publisher | Viněta Miloslav Troup, sazba a tisk Jaroslav Picka (samizdatové vydání) |
Source of the quotation | Praha a věnec sonetů. Básně z let 1945 - 1949. Sbírka Monumenta genii bohemici, sv. 4. |
Publication date | 1956 |
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A Wreath of Sonnets XV (English)
Prague! That's a sip of wine with flavour, and were she levelled with the ground and my own home could not be found, and were she soaked with blood, no braver,
I won't be one of those who're leaving, I shall be waiting with the dead, from spring to winter, without dread till the locked gates at last will swing in.
If the old owl our Death were calling, if God His wrath on us did bring, a single tear from Her eye falling
would break the curse above the spires. Of all my hopes and heart's desires it was for you I wished to sing.
Uploaded by | Répás Norbert |
Publisher | Toronto : Larkwood Books Sixty-Eight (first published March 1952), ISBN: 0-88781-189-2 |
Source of the quotation | A Wreath of Sonnets: Věnec sonetů |
Publication date | 1987 |
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