Cosmic Songs (#24)
Thank you, golden stars,
thanks for one of all the gifts,
that I can turn people around
merry-go-round!
I can at least sometimes
blink of youth in the morning
and a living flash of joy
to enchant shapes in Czech.
Coz – which is the mind of the nation
so misguided
fighting as a child,
silent like foam!
Coz – coz je ta lidu meho lic
so pale, dead pale,
who once looked at her,
don’t give him more sleep!
Oh, when you look at that face
just a moment smile skace –
what about that then humorist
to the corner goes and place!
-Jan Neruda
