Pavol Janik

(1956 / Bratislava)

Pavol Janik Poems

1. On The Line Man - Woman And Back 10/17/2015
2. Night Bus 10/17/2015
3. Summer 10/17/2015
4. The Moment Before Touch 10/17/2015
5. To You 10/17/2015
6. VIVACE MA NON SOLTANTO COSI 10/17/2015
7. Piano 10/17/2015
8. Family Study 10/17/2015
9. Astonishment 10/17/2015
10. Name 10/17/2015
11. EX OFFO 10/17/2015
12. An Urgent Poem 10/17/2015
13. Bad Habit 10/17/2015
14. Into The Blue 10/17/2015
15. MOLTO ADAGIO 10/17/2015
16. Pedestrian With Absolute Right of Way 10/17/2015
17. I'm With You 10/17/2015
18. Ode To Joy 10/17/2015
19. Unsent Telegram 10/17/2015
20. Prolonging My Understanding 10/17/2015
21. At The Table 10/17/2015
22. Nocturne For Diabetes 10/17/2015
23. CHRYSANTHEMATIKA 10/17/2015
24. A Dream From The Glass 10/17/2015
25. The Last Four Bars Of Silence 10/17/2015
26. An Emergency Landing In Your Hair 10/17/2015
27. Mirrors After Nightfall 10/17/2015
28. Why There Are Wives For Us 10/17/2015
29. from HURRAH, IT BURNS! 10/17/2015
30. The Theater Of Life 10/17/2015
31. Wiser For Your Death 10/17/2015
32. Family Still Life 10/17/2015
33. A Dictionary Of Foreign Dreams 10/17/2015
34. You Can Tell An Angel From His Feathers 10/17/2015
35. Someone Like A God 10/17/2015
36. The Report From The End Of The Cold War 10/17/2015
37. A Shot 10/17/2015
38. DAYBREAK 10/17/2015
39. Circling 10/17/2015
40. News Update 10/17/2015

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Night Bus

I admire the smiles
of the wax figures
and the drunks.
Their faith.
Their humility.
Their precision.
Their infallible wisdom
determined by the office of normalization.
I admire
their wallpapered souls
full of light and brocade.
Their responsibility and legality
surpassing
the price of taxis and wine.
I'm terrified by the indifference
with which they listen
to the heavy breathing of the last trolley buses.

(1981)

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Summer

The sun smashes our windows.
An urgent song reaches us from the street.
On the cellophane sky
steam condenses.
Unconfirmed reports are reproduced
about the wind.
The trees are the first to begin to talk
about the two of us.

(1981)

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