Poem by Pavol Janik
AT THE TABLE
An infirmary of flowers of the field
in a vase.
So many of the white
that the blood inside our veins stiffens.
Thus we wither together
torn away from
life.
PRI STOLE
Lazaret poľných kvetov
vo váze.
Toľko bieloby
až z toho tuhne v žilách krv.
Tak vedno vädneme
odtrhnutí
od života.
NA STOLU
(PRI STOLE)
Buket poljskog cveća
u bolnici -vazi.
Toliko beline
zgušnjava krv u žilama.
Tako zajedno venemo
otkinuti od života.
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