FIRST OFF LAUNCH YOUR HEART OVER THAT HURDLE
As so many do
& make an arch to carry them over the ditch
with no time left for looking behind them
Time reverted a direction still not allowed
On cherry trees the blood takes flight, the killing
flutters like a flag
The race has ended with the summer
a quiet darkish autumn come to life
And the riders those who overcame the hurdle
make their way on foot back to the site
where they once launched their hearts
heads bent now to peer through the grass
Maybe to bring it to light
maybe not
Derived from a poem by Jan Skacel
Transcreations from Czech by Jerome Rothenberg & Milos Sovak
Posted over on Poems and Poetics
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