Motýl

. ..from the quills of the dead white poets

Petr Bezruč (1867 – 1958)czech_flag_small

Přes smrky, břemy, přes haluze jedlí

lehounký vánek se skřivánkem zvednul;

přes řeku vzpomínek loďky snů bředly,

motýl mi naruku sednul.

butterfly.girl

Láska jsi, štěstí jsi, sličný motýle?

Odleť, bys šuhaje, děvuchu zdobil

na černé kadeři, na ruce bílé …

co bych já, co s tebou robil?

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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