Space

I am convinced, that we have been
assigned
some sort of Godlike space
some kind of cell of tender, delicate,
helpless eternity,
a miniature, sublime space between us...
an immediate vicinty;
my memories begin
at the headboard, a small, old
neglectled little stove, some pebbles
on the floor, a desk,
a book "Mimesis", a black
teapot, glasses,
a small picture of a silly old man and further...
what there was further to the right of the door
I don't know!
In that space, silent existence -alternating with the smooth surf,
significant knee, significant arm,
significant down,
eyebrow, this eyebrow coming
between an eye touched with feeling
and a warm brow - was a living,
a human and living brow existing
under stars, winsomely gossiping.

(Translated from the Czech
by Litt/Little and Tomas Mika)