CHAT WITH DEAD NEZVAL
Soon after you gone,
weather got cold, snowed.
When it happens like this,
skies and streams cries
for whom just died
But you know, it's spring time,
13th of April, a bright day
Prague smiles,
even there at the cemetery,
your name is uttered like a pray,
your photograph with black lace
displayed at the window.
Perhaps weather will get bad again
even May is coming...
Prague, May, you know,
greener, and golden yellow,
once the young girls hit the streets
grief is mobbed as if it cleared from window pans.
and the grief left from you
will disappear like your shadows from sidewalks
of Prague! that is world...in fact
for deaths who loved the life, smart
deaths with good heart,
don't ask mourning for forty days,
neither they say : " hell , after I am gone ".
they leave a useful thing, a word ,
a tree, a smile,
and walk away
and they don't share
with alive ones
darkness of their tombs
and alone carry
weight of the stone
since they have not asked anything
from alive ones, they feel they'
never died...
I know you Nevzal,
you are one of them,
good hearted Praquean
who loved the world, smart
you are one of those deaths...
They called me from phone,
we must apart, what a pitty
So long brother Nezval,
in our world again
sweetest fruit : lightness...
April 20, 1958