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A Poem for Brno and Bats


I may have a translation later, but for now I guess this one is just for Karla. Anyone else interested will have to attend the natural history exhibits at the National Museum in Prague to understand the fascination with naši netopýři, "our bats." (Poem from Brněnský metropolitan, 10/2005, p. 18.)

Co mi řekl netopýr

by Michal Polický

Z Brna se stává stará panna
V noci zůstává samo a špatně spí
Mravenečkové totiž šplhají na Olymp
pro nedopité lahve ambrozie
nebo skládají dobrovolně hlavu na Špalek

V noci Brno umírá
ráno se rodí s kruhy pod očima
Vzpomíná na Švédy
a chtělo by se zas někomu bránit

Comments:

Blogger Karla said . . .

I'm touched (possibly in the head); I don't think anyone has ever associated me with a poem before. It's especially fine that it is a poem (tangentially) about naši netopyři. I am envisioning the display already, and also the more bizarre one of the foreign netopyři. There could have been more bats in the poem itself, of course.    

5:21 PM, November 02, 2005


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