Tag Archives: Pavol Janik

 Poem – Kosovo 

(for Jan Tuzinsky)  A paper Goethe prays in Serb for four hundred dead children In Schiller’s stone eye gleams a tear of mercury There’s a Gypsy weeping for a little Romany fairy at the bottom of the Adriatic Blood has … Continue reading

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Poem – Into The Blue

From morning we tirelessly squander ourselves into the blue, which falls short of the border between water and sky. Into the blue in which the swimming routes of fish cross with the flight lines of birds. Into the blue in … Continue reading

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Poem – Family Study 

Always when I think of you Dawn breaks above Buenos Aires and the Atlantic has the inexplicable color of your eyes. Exotic birds nest on out TV aerial until the announcer has a pearly hairdo and complete blonde smile. She … Continue reading

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Summer – Pavol Janik 

The sun smashes our windows. An urgent song reaches us from the street. On the cellophane sky steam condenses. Unconfirmed reports are reproduced about the wind. The trees are the first to begin to talk about the two of us.

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Prolonging My Understanding -Pavol Janik 

For a while I hesitated, at the place where one enters. And then so many mirrors as if after death or during it. And so many unreal girls in the shallow depths of the glass. There, where I entered for … Continue reading

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Piano – Pavol Janik 

The moment we each have our own keyTo the same flat I’ll shift a piece of the garden To the second floor. Sometimes I’ll come personally. Clean And carefully shaved To listen to home concerts. I’ll come for sure Clumsily … Continue reading

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On the Line Man – Wowan & Black – Pavol Janik

You escape from melike gas. With astonishment I watch how with a single scrawl of your legs you ignite your silk dress. With such blinding nakedness you pre-empt sky-blue flame. Blazingly ablaze and perhaps wholly otherwise I address a fire … Continue reading

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