"And when a poet dies, deep in the night
a lone black bird wakes up in the thicket
and sings for all it’s worth"
a lone black bird wakes up in the thicket
and sings for all it’s worth"
Miroslav Holub, from “Interferon”
(translated by Dana Habova and David Young)
(Source: awritersruminations, via uncurlingocean)
