Seifert was a Czech poet. He died in 1986 having been awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature two years earlier.
Years ago I found a collection of his poems in a dusty bookshop in Prague and every now and then I think of him.
I don’t know why I’ve started posting poetry on here. Hopefully it won’t turn too many of you off!
SOMETIMES WE ARE TIED DOWN. . .
Sometimes we are tied down by memories
and there are no scissors that could cut
through those tough threads.
You see the bridge there by the House of Artists?
A few steps before that bridge
gendarmes shot a worker dead
who was walking in front of me.
I was only twenty at the time,
but whenever I pass the spot
the memory comes back to me.
It takes me by the hand and together we walk
to the little gate of the Jewish cemetery,
through which I had been running
from their rifles.
The years moved with unsure, tottering step
and I with them.
till time stood still.
On another note, it’s an absolutely gorgeous day today here in Copenhagen so I think we need a more reflective picture above.
If any of you have been out and about with your cameras and have taken a nice summery shot of the city, please send it this way!