Stance

Ach, jaká mha ten ostrov zahalila
 a skály se všech stran!
Zde Apokalypsis napsána byla, 
  zde umřel Pan.

Však jinde ostrov s palmovými háji, 
  rozkvetlý sad,
veselé písně ženců se tu rozléhají
   a zvonce stád.

Já staré housle, vyklenuté divně, 
  do rukou vzal
a sotva dýchaje, jich duši v zvuky proměněné 
  jsem naslouchal.

Ach, ano! Osud pokořil mne mocí 
  svých kouzel všech,
to hvězdný déšť nad mojí hlavou v noci 
  i zvuk a vzdech.

Jsem volný, věřím v náhod na tisíce, 
  můj domov — svět.
Děvušce líbám rozpálené líce,
  dychtivý ret.

Jen na chvilku tam od Vás do mé říše 
  most spuštěn jest.
Jej ihned spálí meče, kříže, číše
   ohromných hvězd.

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