Thursday, September 13, 2012

Miroslav Holub

Ode to Joy
You only love
when you love in vain.
Try another radio probe
when ten have failed,
take two hundred rabbits
when a hundred have died:
only this is science.
You ask the secret.
It has just one name:
In the end
a dog carries in his jaws
his image in the water,
people rivet the new moon,
I love you.

Like caryatids
our lifted arms
hold up time's granite load
and defeated
we shall always win.
--Miroslav Holub

trans. Ian Milner & George Theiner


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