Pavol Janik

(1956 / Bratislava)

Circling - Poem by Pavol Janik

Evenly and fast
always going round
it dreams about itself.
The old unbearable fan.
Its head makes the circles
of a drunkard's breath.
It imagines it is a propeller.
It circles.
It observes.
It sees and hears.
It knows more than the others.

Through its racket
regardless it takes the words
of the speeches of the café tribunes.

For so long it has belonged to the technical museum,
but not till now has it entered literature.


Comments about Circling by Pavol Janik

  • Liza Sudina (10/17/2015 3:45:00 AM)

    interesting and puzzling images in your poetry! suddenly! what fan in poetry do you mean? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 17, 2015

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