Walled Windows
Landscape in Blue
All that was green is cold and altered
Clad in the shades of fawning blue
On a mild slope, the spilt land falters
In purple vapours’ bitter hue
And in that breath, all soft and dreamy,
the lines that once were sharp seem dulled.
And the curvy trees on the horizon,
Are like blue droplets of paint dripped from a brush
Always a strange mood befalls me,
when evening stillness creeps across the land,
Where blue song resounds in the cool air
so cajoling yet so full of bitterness:
In the lamps’ blue shade it seems I’m treading
softly on sacred ledger stones,
and the air, suffused with sighs repentant,
breathes with the gloomy charm of purple robes.
| Subject: | Others |
| Author: | Karásek, Jiří |
| Title: | Walled Windows |
| Date: | 1894 |
| Place of publication: | Velké Meziříčí |
| Publisher: | Nakladatelství Šaška a Frgala |
| Origin: | fond svozy |
| Licence: | Free license |
