Pavol Janik Poems

Barefoot
you leap from star to star.
And each time there's a chime
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The moment we each have our own key
To the same flat
I'll shift a piece of the garden
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Always when I think of you
dawn breaks above Buenos Aires
and the Atlantic has the inexplicable color of your eyes.
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I stretch out the water
in which you are reflected.
With a shout to stop
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By just a point
you surpass successful fortune.
By just a drop
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Every day I pick up a pen up
afraid that it's completely in vain.
Above the paperwork clouds of office work loom
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Ceaselessly you enter my mind
like an urgent poem
to dispute fixed views on life
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Every day
I go to work
for my wife, Olga,
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From morning we tirelessly squander ourselves into the blue,
which falls short of the border between water and sky.
Into the blue in which the swimming routes of fish cross
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The old move in.
Slowly and clumsily,
not of their own volition
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