Rúfus, Milan: Childhood Landscape (Krajina detstva in English)
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Krajina detstva (Slovak)Krajiny sú. O túto požiadaj iba vo sne. A nestúp nohou, padneš. To akoby si, čierny pasažier, zo svojho času ako z lietadla chcel vystúpiť a rovno na obláčik. Prisahajúc, že unesie to ťažké, ktorým si, to navždy bez krídel. A zatiaľ je to oltár. Iba oltár. A Pána Boha nikto nevidel. Ale čo na tom záleží, z akého kameňa je socha. Tu kameň nie je kameň, je myšlienka. Tak postoj. A potom choď a ži.
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Childhood Landscape (English)Landscapes exist. This one you call
in your dream alone. Don’t enter, you would fall. As if you, a stowaway tried to step out from your time as from a plane, straight onto a small cloud. Swearing that it would carry off the heaviness that is you, that one forever without wings. But it’s an altar. Just an altar. And no one has seen God. But what does it matter from what stone the sculpture is hewn. Here stone is not a stone, it is a thought. So stop awhile. Then walk on and live on.
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