29th November 2022
Poetry
1 minute read
During the phone call
translated by David Vichnar
29th November 2022
1 minute read
For Mraveneček
During the phone call, my dear friend,
in which you described your fatigue
from a quarter of a year’s continuous work,
and the nine pages translated today,
to which you’ll attach two more sheets
that should rise like a white butterfly tonight,
during that phone call,
in which you made me cry with the thought
that sprang from your heart
after a whole day of being indiscriminately
tasked by others, the thought
that from now on you’re going to be nicer
to people and more careful
not to overburden them unnecessarily,
during that phone call, I saw you
as an ancient Asian warrior
in brocade and fur, wearing a dragon helmet,
who has buried an axe under an awakened
tree, and unleashed a paper
lantern covered in verse
of night and day
and a heart pure
like water.