I have always loved reading books. In literature I found magic - anything and everything is possible between a books covers. To me books are not things, they are beings... they speak, they breathe, they share their outlooks, wisdom, they ask questions, theyre soaked with emotion. Books have their own memory separate from humans.
Some time in 2010 a friend asked me to translate for him some of my Slovak poems (Slovak is my native language) and there dates the start of my English writings. I mainly focus on all sorts of poetry, song lyrics, short stories and fairy-tales; I like traditional forms and free verse equally but I find it important for each of my works to follow a ... more »
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Gabriela Duricova Poems
Shall We Dance?
Shall we dance in clever rhymes In deepest sea or heavens blue? And shall I gladly commit crimes Of vows for I'm in love with you?
The Fortune Teller
I am a dream that may come true When shadows of day swallow you When lights go out, no one can see If your hands stroke or strangle me
At First Sight
Love at first sight Gives you the right To cross the street with eyes shut tight Recklessly run
Through fields and chapels We walk hand in hand Stained glass draws world Right in front of our feet
Horse Of Thunder
Walk with me through these fields of sun Horse of thunder is on the run I can hear how his four hooves pound As he gallops above the ground
Shelter From The Storm
Through sunny fields And valleys deep Through noisy streets And river's sweep
City Of Dreams
This city never sleeps And neither do you, Holly, Restlessly moving back and forth Like a tinsel pendulum
When winds of autumn kiss your cheeks Go lose yourself in falling leaves I guarantee there you will find More than what you have left behind
Stay in these arms of mine Until the end of time The point when circle will finally break Love, my sweet reverie,
How shallow your beauty Painted in bright Colours you're using Your true face to hide
Colours Of The Wind
BLUE chases Suits, cases Through the empty streets Neat, combed hair
Nothing In Between
We have our shade entrancing With willows by the lake Where my spirit keeps dancing And it is yours to take
Beyond The Gate
Your chest is closed Like shutters are in winter gloom From wind, the uninvited guest
There's something broken between us The crystal bridge that bound our shores It erupted and fell apart In silence of the holy night
Comments about Gabriela Duricova
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Shall We Dance?
Shall we dance in clever rhymes
In deepest sea or heavens blue?
And shall I gladly commit crimes
Of vows for I'm in love with you?
And what if I run out of words?
Or maybe I'll become so shy
Of truth that now just my heart hurts
But in the end it will kill thy
So tonight I'll just take your hand
And turn my look to skies above
In hope they'll water this dry land
Or that they’ll send us a white dove
In her beck carrying an olive sprout
To fill my mind with peace instead of doubt