František Gellner

“ I am longing to reach the realms of far seas,
Over the waves of strange stormy seas,
To strike at the elements and force them to yield.
When in my dreams the tempests I’ll face
Feeble with rapture I’ll toss on the slopes
Strange mystic hurricanes I will embrace
Mysterious passions I will embrace,
That do not mirror my unfathomed hopes.
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“ Each obligation, aim, or wasted dream.
To start anew . . . ’twould be a vain endeavor
When disappointment curses all I do . .
And when a hand, no sooner raised, falls ever
Back in my lap . . . ere it can work anew . . . ”

“ Or if on languid blooms elsewhere
Its droplets it shall hang some day.
That’s waiting if the blooms will bow
To earth beneath this burden sweet,
Waiting if other worlds somehow
Its scent will wake to glowing heat. ”