Monday, February 9, 2015
This poem comes from his poetry collection You saw that you are. This translation comes from the book Six Czech Poets (Arc Publications, 2008).
Still midday air
Still midday air,
the breeze asleep
in the nest of a tree.
Before long God will give us a sign
or trip us up in one of his traps.
On the village green a freckled boy
falls off his father’s bike.
In tears, nursing a grazed knee,
he’s dragging his feet home.
A drop of blood dries in the dust.
High up above the trees
the billowing blue of the sky,
the white rock of a cloud.
Posted with permission of the poet.
Entry written by D.S. Martin. His latest poetry collection, Conspiracy of Light: Poems Inspired by the Legacy of C.S. Lewis, is available from Wipf & Stock as is his earlier award-winning collection, Poiema.