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Sládek, Josef Václav: Tráva

Portre of Sládek, Josef Václav

Tráva (Czech)

Za moře jsi neodešla,
  nejsi ani za horami,
jen ta hrstka polní trávy
  roste, roste mezi námi.

Za ty hory ptáče letí,
  přes to moře vítr táhne,
ale zde, tou hrstkou trávy,
  ruka ruky nedosáhne.

Grass (English)

Dividing us there lies no sea,
nor mountain barrier:
only a handful of spreading grass
is our growing frontier.

The wind sweeps over mountain tops,
and a bird can cross the sea:
but that little grass holds our searching hands
apart eternally.