Radka Thea Otipkova

  MY TURN   I got home late once, tired, and sat down by his bedside. You must be hungry, he said. A magnificent sentence like...
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Kamil Bouska

You're coming and my fever rises. I've tasted this before. / I'll leap into the wafted air and go for blood.

Vitezslav Nezval

On the beds/ Of a lantern-lit hospital/ A doctor/ Playing the flute/ Revives/ Dead tubercular women

Marie Stastna

I will love neither wildly / nor tamely / a long lukewarm love

Jonas Hajek

A hooker / gives me the come on. Whether I really // don’t want anything. I don’t, even if / I think about it afterwards.

Tereza Riedlbauchova

the ceaseless forgetting and reminiscing about pleasure / maybe two swans on the Seine / maybe one

Petr Hruska

I had never seen / such a narrow room / when we wanted to turn around / we had to embrace

Ondrej Buddeus

Post-war literature is pre-war literature. / In front of doors is behind doors. / In my eyes I’m in your eyes, but how do you see it?

Jiri Kolar

Sit down at the table / and clear your mind / Take a pen / and write your beloved’s first name / across a whole sheet of blank paper

Ivan Wernisch

Under the arbor by the stream, / Amid the scent of pine sap and stale beer, / I just wanted to sit a while / Forever

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