Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver

Name: An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry
Author: Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver

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Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)

“ Betwixt two fires, the sun and the earth, 'neath a spell thro' the ages we wander,
From the thirsting roots of life to ethereal stems we have mounted,
To the splendour of flowers, that were clutched by the spasm of grievous desires,
Thro' currents of nummulite oceans, thro' gloom of diluvial forests,
Thro' kingdoms of bygone creation gigantic,
Thro' caverns, where man, the mystical brother of beasts, the releaser of earth of the future,
Stilled within us the fire of his blood, beset with a curse,
Glowing eternally, ne'er to be quenchèd. ”

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Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)

“ The balm-laden waters murmured, as tho’ they by angels were cleft;
Each breath had life's potence, as tho' for a hundred glowing days,
And the awe of the newly-born was seen in every gaze.
The load of our grievous secrets, as tho' 'twere thy will we have borne,
A missive in humbleness kissed, ere the seal asunder is torn;
And the enemy who is lurking asleep at our every gate,
Was like to thy wearied envoy whom we with a welcome await.
In solitudes havoc-ridden, on paths where the demons tread,
Our yearnings' delicate garden blooms e'en as a lily-bed ”

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Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)

“ Joy is the sun in a dream beheld; at awakening quenched,
Grief has a thousand eyes, and ne'er has it utterly blenched.
"With millions are ye by a mystical brotherly bond girt round,
And only in joy of the millions can joy that is yours be found."
On a mighty furrow of fragrance to floating islands we steer,
We float and the islands are flloating, and ne'er to them do we draw near. ”

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Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)

“ Thro' life my mother, as in sad atonement, paced,
Of fragrances, hues, blossoms, light, her day was bare;
Dry is the fruit of life, and hath an ashen taste,
That, unrefreshed, she from the tree of time did tear. ”

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Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)

“ With a cry that unendingly soars,
Harmony-laden, exulting,
We sink, in our mystical dancing,
And in our blood, as if buried in roses,
We perish.
Sisters shall rise in our places,
White-shimmering,
And in the song that the twilight eternally wafted,
In billows ever increasing,
Into spaces afresh and afresh they advance.
In a nebulous dust that arises,
The mystery's gleaming advance-guard.
"The Hands"
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Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)

“ And in suns that far off vanish, and are quenched and once more beam,
White extended hands of women like a lustre are agleam,
And from age to age they lure you, from before your gaze disperse,
With their beauty's silent gesture, they like fate, unknown, converse. ”

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Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)

“ The rainbow have we conjured in waterfalls' weeping, and under the starry mirrors of ocean
We hid the eternal war of our numberless creatures,
Mute and relentless, with flashes agleam in the murky depths. ”

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Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)

“ They hear a single beneficent power resounding,
That in changes unnumbered seeks the true face of the earth.
And lo! 'neath their gaze the shattered striving of millions of hands
Grows rigid in one gigantic spirit-like hand that is clasping the earth ”

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Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)

“ And e'en as a child lays its head in its mother's lap, so we hid
Our weary thoughts in creation's grief that endures evermore.
And then in our own magic power, the mystery of our birth,
In the guerdon of our renown that is hidden, our sorrows we found ”

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Otakar Březina, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)

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