Poem by Pavol Janik

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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