Březen

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Karel Toman (18771946)czech_flag_small

Na naší studni ráno hvízdal kos.

Jde jaro, jde jaro.

A když jsem okno na sad otvíral,

šeptaly pukající pupeny:

Jde jaro, jde jaro.pear.blossom

Bez chvěje se a hrušně čekají.

Jde jaro, jde jaro.

Zas novým třpytem rozkvétá ti vlas

a nových kovů napil se tvůj smích.

Jde jaro, jde jaro.

Bože můj,

obnoviteli, obroditeli,

na srdce v sněhu pamatuj.

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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