Let the snow speak out
in the needles of pine
Let there also be included news from sunlit nights!
Let the silence not forget us
As we do not forget a little flame
Left in a cave!
I write to you from a future void
Wedged already into this moment and from an uncertain
Place on the maps:
Here I invoke a windy night
So as not to extinguish our candles
If the stars of March must fizz out.
Ivan Laučík (1944 -2004) Slovakia
Translated by James and Viera Sutherland-Smith
Source: James Sutherland-Smith website
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