Adieu

The birds fly away

Another card is played



Laces of sea, sunlight and poetic hindsight



For the sailor enough romances

Harlequin faints with the Muse at the dances



Adieu

The birds fly away

Another card is played



The buffoon's wagon leaves . . . pantomime without end

It seems that we are last . . . yet, for this, we suffer the past



The birds fly away

Another card is played



Somehow I will bid


With what?


Adieu







(Viteslav Nezval)



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