TWO
IN A LANDSCAPE
In a bare landscape with dry vineyards,
here and there a mammoth, overgrown with newsprint
like scales. A head in front
and another head in the rear. It watches us
intently.
In a wooden shack, our backs against
a rotten door. The trunk approaches
through the gaping window. You protect me with
your hair's shadow.
I protect you with an indigo whisper.
Nonetheless we come back.
We come back eternally,
head thrown back
against head erect.
Eyeball to eyeball.
--Miroslav Holub
translated by David Young & Miroslav Holub
Copyright c 1996 by Oberlin College. May not be
reproduced without permission.
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