Umĕlecká pozůstalost / vdp. biskupa Dra. A. Podlahy.

  • Podlaha, Antonín.
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[1932]
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Credit: Umĕlecká pozůstalost / vdp. biskupa Dra. A. Podlahy. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    Soil and its black prince the Sun . . . (Oh, wliat wonderful garments my love wears; She is all clothed in sleep and age, and lies In the grass like Psýché in her golden Night; but open her eyes to behold him, Her lover, he swiftly from her flies.) Ah! do not wake, my girl goddess; Do not throw away your dress Of immortality. Just one kiss Of my burning lips would destroy your iife, And now you are to the world a wife. Requiem DEEP, deep beneath the kind, conceaiing earth Bury his body, and with it everything That clogged his spirit from the hour of birth: Each trivial tyranny, each pitiful lust, Now let corruption change them into dust— Grudge the worm nothing, let it háve its fling. Yet from this grave with the returning spring Some bold green blade may break the prisoning sod, A symbol of his once high destiny; Nay, more, a sign of what he still may be—- If there be any virtue, any praise, That you recall about him in old days, Be very sure that it is known to God. Enid M. Norman Briar E řlung dead roses on our summer fire And watched the sudden, resurrected bloom Of golden ílowers in a shadowed room; The fitful lovehness of burning briar. O í laughed and told you that they were not dead: Such sparkling things they were, such sparkling things Of shining stems and leaves like golden wings— As luminous as love! You turned your hcad. And for one quiet moment you were God And all the years were gathered in your eyes; You were the Infinite, the One who trod Among the stars in seasonless wide skies— And í was in the shadows, heavy-shod, Bound fast to earth, unlovely and unwise. 176 John Přestán. Nancy Bowden.
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