Antonín Sova, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)
“ The aged folk are on the brink, And in sips their wine they drink; Upon their locks the moon-light rests, On withered skin and drooping breasts. Still may they tarry for a space, And still to something turn their face. Still to the Field they will not go. The yellow blossoms rustle low,— They will not die. They answer "No." "Sorrows Overcome" (1897) . This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content. ”
