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Seifert, Jaroslav: Věnec sonetů III

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Věnec sonetů III (Czech)

A kdybych ztratil vlastní práh
a ve tmě bloudil kolem Dómu!
Co počal bych bez jejích stromů,
bez jejích dešťů na hradbách?

Znám všechny její meluzíny.
Když v březnu poodhrnou list,
fialka, drobný ametyst,
třpytí se pod ním v misce hlíny.

Je oblak, s kterým jdu, a vím,
že ve vteřině bude jiná,
je proměnlivá jako dým.

Stůj však na klenbě katakomb,
i kdyby stála v dešti bomb,
krví se zalkla její hlína.



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PublisherViněta Miloslav Troup, sazba a tisk Jaroslav Picka (samizdatové vydání)
Source of the quotationPraha a věnec sonetů. Básně z let 1945 - 1949. Sbírka Monumenta genii bohemici, sv. 4.
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A Wreath of Sonnets III (English)

If my own home could not be found
and I was lost up by the Castle,
without the trees, their gentle rustle,
her rains on battlements and mound.

How well I know her gusts and breezes,
in March a little leaf they twist:
a violet, an amethyst
shines in the earthy bowl and pleases.

She is a cloud with which I go,
smoke changeable in its behaviour,
each moment there's a different show.

I'll stand on vaults of catacombs,
and were it in a rain of bombs,
and were she soaked with blood, no braver.



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PublisherToronto : Larkwood Books Sixty-Eight (first published March 1952), ISBN: 0-88781-189-2
Source of the quotationA Wreath of Sonnets: Věnec sonetů
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