In the Microscope

Here too are the dreaming landscapes,
lunar, derelict.
Here too are the masses,
tillers of the soil.
And cells, fighters
who lay down their lives for a song.

Here too are cemeteries,
fame and snow.
And I hear the murmuring,
the revolt of immense estates.

Miroslav Holub

 

 

Diary

I've never kept a diary, but if my daughters can fill book upon book with grave and beautiful thoughts about their lives, and their friends' lives, and their friends' mothers and fathers and, maybe, even their own mother and father, then I'm willing to have a go too.

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