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Som papagáj, mám na Antilách krov,
no bývam vo štvorcovej cele mága,
vôkol mňa banky, mapy, starý plagát,
starecký kašeľ, súboj budíkov.

V zakliatom čase, v spleti výkrikov
a v lesku zraku, čo jak kord sa jagá,
čechrá si krídla odvaha i pliaga
a ja sa bijem s vidinami sov.

Nech! No keď pod takúto smutnú klenbu
príde sem myslieť na karty a ženbu
zhýralec v zlatom plášti parádnom,

mne koráb v tichom zálive sa marí,
spomínam na slnko a nadarmo
chcem z mysle vyhnať mrzké šarivari.

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In the old days, when God cast down / His gaze upon the just created earth, / Words stopped the sun, / Words tore down whole towns. / / The terror-striken stars / huddled round the moon / When words, like pink flaming tongues / Floated down through air. / / The lower levels of ...

On that faraway star, upon Venus...

On that faraway star, upon Venus, / Where the Sun burns golden and brightly. / And on Venus, ah... upon Venus, / The blue leaves of trees they waft lightly. / / And loudly the waters they sing / The river, the fountain, the fall / Their noon song of freedom they ring / That lights u...

A dream

I woke up and moaned with a shudder, / My nightmare haunts me again: / You were still in love with another, / And he caused you anguish and pain. / / I escaped my house in the darkness - / Thus a killer runs from a block, / Watched and mocked by shadowy lanterns - / Hungry wild beas...

You will recall me

You will recall me - likely, more than once, / And you'll recall my world, both strange and dreamy, / The funny world where songs and fires dance, / And yet - the only one that's not deceiving. / / It could have been your chosen world as well. / Perhaps it was too much for you, too litt...

The Cross

Card after card lied to me, lied and lied, / and even wine no longer helped. / Cold March stars hung pale, / anxious, outside the window. / / Coldly mad, in crazy passion, / I felt the game was dream. / "I bet everything in the bank, all of it!" I shouted. / And I lost. / / I l...


They have crowded around me - why? - like thieves / in the dark, in the quiet suburban dark. / Like sinister hawks, like sullen hawks, / they have come for some cruel vengeance. / / Hope left. Dream ran. / Anxiety pried open my eyes / and as though on a ghostly slate / I read my wor...