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sylva — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 06:25:16 +0000

XXXVII Emily Dickinson LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

on the art of losing / o umění ztrácet

sylva — Thu, 27 May 2010 14:46:00 +0000

One Art Jedno umění Elizabeth Bishop (český překlad / Czech translation by Mariana Housková) The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, Umění ztrácet zvládneš bez bolesti; věci jako by chtěly ze všech sil se ztratit, takže není to […]

Mrs Darwin

sylva — Tue, 11 May 2010 13:38:17 +0000

Carol Ann Duffy 7 April 1852. Went to the Zoo. I said to him – Something about that chimpanzee over there reminds me of you. Last year, Carol Ann Duffy became Britain's first woman Poet Laureate and according to some, „teenagers rate her poetry as second only to Shakespeare's“. via email from sylva's posterous

kotě dvakrát jinak

sylva — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 07:36:14 +0000

Co může mít společného Bohuslav Reynek a J. H. Krchovský? Nic moc, jen tahle náhodná shoda je poeticky podezřelá: Bohuslav Reynek Úzkost V tmách ozvalo se zalkání, smrt černé kočky volat slyším, jíž nikdo živý nepomáhá. Strast k srdci se mi naklání, tvář bledne hlubinám i výším a někdo na ruku mi sahá: mám bílé kotě na […]

the shortest love poem

sylva — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 10:16:44 +0000

Amy Lowell A Lover If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly I could see to write you a letter. (originally published in Poetry, March 1917) via email from sylva's posterous

Wild Nights–Wild Nights!

sylva — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 12:37:31 +0000

Emily Dickinson Wild Nights–Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! neviditelny text Futile–the Winds– To a Heart in port– Done with the Compass– Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden neviditelny text Ah, the Sea! Might I but moor–Tonight– In Thee! neviditelny text mou oblíbenkyni mi připomněl Joseph O'Connor a jeho Salesman. […]

návrat k Emily Dickinson

sylva — Tue, 25 Nov 2008 11:14:20 +0000

po delší době a o to hlouběji: Emily Dickinson there is a solitude of space a solitude of sea a solitude of death, but these society shall be compared with that profounder site that polar privacy a soul admitted to itself – finite infinity. a v překladu Jiřiny Haukové: samota duše je samota prostoru, samota moří, samota […]