Petr Bezruč,
Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse
(1919)
“ When spurtings of heat ooze out from the boulders, The Morávka torrent is parched in its courses, Below are uplifted the arms of the miners, The blacksmiths are pounding the iron in its redness, On the fields that stretch onwards at Krásná, at Pražma, Women bow down in the glow of the sunshine. ”
Petr Bezruč,
Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse
(1919)
“ The broad hammer I smite upon the pit; At Salmovec I dig, At Rychvald I dig, and at Petřvald I dig. Hard by Godula my wife freezes and whimpers, Famishing children weep at her bosom; I dig, under the earth I dig. Sparks flash from the pit, sparks flash from my eyes ”
Petr Bezruč,
Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse
(1919)
“ Beneath Bohumín, where the speech of my grandsires has ceased to resound, And amid Hrušov, where smoke issues from a red factory, My lord's factory, where we breathe hard and hardly, Thou liest, my hamlet, with the wooden chapel. Decayed are the huts, upon whose roofs the moss grows rankly ”
