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MODERN BOHEMIAN POETRY
Heaven and earth I touch a-wing,
The storm throbs round in savage strife;
Belovèd maiden, to me cling,
Let us fly to the depths of life.
(1905).
Hanuš Jelínek (b. 1878).
THE SONG OF THE HEAVENS, THE STARS,
SCHUMANN AND MY WIFE
Du meine Seele . . .
The heavens have cried their golden tears,They have cried so still, they have cried;
My soul has sighed with an unknown grief,
It has sighed in its woe, it has sighed.
In embraces of diamonds studded with gold,
Heaven and earth have lain;
A magical strain in my soul is athrob,
Of Schumann a magical strain.
Softly it thrills and my being it fills.
In my soul it is gently streaming;
From this starry night the gaze of my wife
Is beaming so gently, is beaming.
(1897).
