A Long Night (My Death)

It's drizzling.
The time has turned
into a furtive, soft,
deadly whisper.

It's drizzling.
White bear feet of death
are running across black,
damp ground.

It's drizzling
on a fairy-tale marketplace.
There's my shadow
hanging on a tree
near a stall selling belief.

It's drizzling
and my naked shadow
drenched with rain
is swinging on a bare branch.
The night is long and blind.

It's drizzling.
The market place is quiet
and the belief-stall is dark.
I wish I didn't have to speak
I wish I didn't have to listen.
Feeling is a curse of perception.
The fairy-tale marketplace
has covered its face
with both hands.

It's drizzling...

(Dlouha noc (Ma smrt))

Mrholi,
pokradmu, tlumene, jako smrtici sepot.

Mrholi,
jako kdyz bile bose nohy smrt
bezi po cerne zmokle zemi.

Mrholi,
na trzisti snu, pred kramkem s virou,
muj stin visi na strome.

Mrholi,
je pozdni bezhvezdna nocni hodina.
A nahy stin meho tela,
ovlhly destem se houpa na bezliste vetvi.

Mrholi,
nemy je trh snu, slepy je kramek s virou.
Smutek, prokleti citu,
nemluvit, nevidet.
Trh snu si zakryva obema rukama tvar.

Mrholi…