Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Prague in winter


Prague in winter

You’re struggling with the wind the bells are silent the
city has built a snowman
On Petřin Hill where women aimlessly wander with
eyes of Snow White
The river flows as if someone were striking an anvil
Like a postal van with a mailbag burst open
The roofs like crows can’t move a wing
The whistle freezes like a bird like a stick of sugar-
candy
The spires are haughty wearing their ballroom gloves
The night weeps while it decorates the Christmas tree
Instead of people all you see is puppets and rabbitskin
rags
Instead of people all you see is hate frozen to foreheads
Lips from which bushes grow
Eyes with a purplish glare of arc-lights
Under lamps like ostrich eggs
Under lamps lined up like an army on ceremonial
parade
An army of deaf-mutes
As if there were no point in speaking
As if there were nothing to say
As if Prague were lost in an alien universe

Vítězslav Nezval

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