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Before Summer Rain

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Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window,
in total silence. From the nearby wood

you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,
reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome:
so much solitude and passion come
from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour

will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide
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Václav Z J Pinkava 25 June 2013

Before the Summer Rain Suddenly out of all green in the park, you don't know what, a something, taken, wanes; you feel like coming closer to the panes, there, silent, bide. Just fervently and stark, out of the wood intones the piping plover, you think of some Hieronymus of hush: such yearning earnest solitude and fever, this solo sounding voice, whom waters' gush will soon hear out. Walls of the hall recoiled with all their pictures from us, pulled away, so as not to eavesdrop on us, as they might. The faded wallpaper reflects the day, the not so certain post meridian light, in which you were afraid, while still a child. (transl vzjp)

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Scharlie Meeuws 25 February 2018

i love your translation. it is so very difficult to get the original flow and rhyme....your translation gives a much better idea and feel to the original poem. well done!

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Dah Helmer 13 July 2016

The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide away from us, cautiously, as though they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying –– powerful language. Bravo, Poet! ––))

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Tapan M. Saren 08 July 2016

A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing

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Douglas Scotney 08 July 2016

yet 'pleuvoir' is French 'rain'; so if we pronounce 'Plover' 'Plirvwuh'

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Sachidananda Panda 18 July 2020

" The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide away from us, cautiously, as though they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying." ... Marvellous indeed... a narrative excellence... Thanks

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Adeeb Alfateh 30 May 2019

loving 10+++++++++++++++++++++++

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Adeeb Alfateh 30 May 2019

great loving- you hear the urgent whistling of a plover, reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome: so much solitude and passion come from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour..//

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