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Dielo neznámeho majstra v Louvri

Má oči ako v hĺbke skryté plesá
či ako opustené cárske dvory,
znamenie veľkej hanby na ňom skvie sa,
o Bohu absolútne nehovorí.

Krivka jeho pier – purpurová rana
od čepele a jedovatej masti,
zomknutá dávno, smútkom opantaná
pozýva skúsiť nepoznané slasti.

A ruky, bledý mramor luny v splne,
skrývajú hrôzy pradávneho trestu,
bývali dievčat-čarodejníc plné
a posielali na krížovú cestu.

Osud mu do vienka dal zvláštnu vlohu –
byť túžba vrahova i básnikova.
Možno keď narodil sa, na oblohu
krvavú červeň liala supernova.

V duši má stovky rokov staré zvady,
smútky, čo nedajú sa pomenovať,
Kypride ani panne za ich sady
nevydá spomienky, čo v srdci chová.

Je zlostný, nie však zlobou heretika,
nežná je farba jeho hladkej kože,
od smiechu kútikmi mu zľahka myká,
no plakať… plakať viac už ťažko môže.


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The ship

"What d' you see in my eyes, slightly sparkling, / In my look, hazed with opaque mist?" / "There I saw the sea's deepest darkness / With a big sunken beautiful ship. / / That fine ship... More glorious and braver / None had seen over deep of the sea. / Its high masts under windbreath ...

A fragment of «Tale of Kings»

Once a dark horseman oh a black horse came / He was clad in a black velvet cloak, full of pride. / And his look was so dreadful, as a town aflame, / And so glaring as a flash in the night. / / Curly hair upon shoulders like serpents did twist, / And his voice was a song of the earth and...

Giraffe

Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And hands are especially thin and the hair if up fluff. / Hey, listen, as far as in Africa, down at lake Chad / Is walking a graceful Giraffe. / / He's owing that elegance, slender and languor he is, / Such beautiful patterns are sh...

The Gates of Paradise

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A portrait of a man

His eyes are lightless underground lakes, / Abandoned castles of the ancient kings. / Marked with the sign of the eternal shame / Of that, the Other One, he never speaks. / The deepest wound, his mouth, dark and purple, / Made with a blade borne of the deadly poison; / And it is sad and ...