Vřes

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Fráňa Šrámek (1877 -1952)

Když kvete vřes, tu víme,

že v číši už jen zbývá

poslední jiskra. Dopíjíme

a přes rameno se nám dívá

stín.blue.forrest

Pak zmodrá les a večer sivý

do stydnoucích luk mlhy valí:

tu, ironicky starostlivý,

nám ramena svým pláštěm halí

stín.

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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