Jaroslav Seifert

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 by memories
and there are no scissors that could cut
through those tough threads.
Or ropes!

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.
Years flying
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!


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