Four Poems
HOLUB, MIROSLAV
FOU^^M^^IIROSLAVHOLUB A Sense of Reality The tiny worms of pain still wriggled in the translucent air. The palpitation subsided and Something inside us bowed low before the fact of the...
...Psychedelic Still Life The cerulean eye of the blind starchily staring down, on the seashore, into the expanding mind of the angler who is sluggishly dragged on a hook in the palate into the brine...
...Although we had meant to ask Where did the blood flow And Whether you were still dead, darling...
...The immense goggled eye is turning inside where a certain little nail continuously scratches wondering what it is /S—glucoronidase...
...Translated by the author...
...Translated by K. Polackova...
...The palpitation subsided and Something inside us bowed low before the fact of the table the fact of the window the fact of space the fact of stainless steel...
...Encyclopedia: The Sum of Knowledge The immense brown and white bull hung on chains by the disjointed hind leg, the pendant abdomen convulsively contracting, is towed with his fluttering mouth on the concrete & slowly cut through his throat over a leaky container...
...The black shadow of eternity festering beneath him...
...Translated by George Theiner Soldier Two hundred years ago he lay on the walk his white coat quivered in the still air...
...There was a silence undisturbed like a mirrored image...
...He was whispering Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ...
...And even today when it rains th%t stone still swells with blood, and terrible, green, paralyzing, unforgetting grass, grass the mother whispers to grass the daughter Jesus Christ...
...Translated by the author...
Vol. 50 • September 1967 • No. 19
