- Posted Jan. 9, 2012 by Eiram in Prague. Viewed 5382 times
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This weather is weird - it should be freezing and snowing - it is January, is it not?
Yesterday we visited an exhibition with my daughter. Bohuslav Reynek, painter, poet and translator. His art is quiet, deep and comforting. His life was quiet, too. As a believer he was persecuted by the communists, he was not able to exhibit his paintings and publish his poetry. He lived in a small village with his family, and despite all the persecutions I think he had a very happy and fullfiled life.
Hi died in poverty and almost forgotten. Today his work is valued and loved by many…
Telátko v podmraku jeslí.
Stín je vzal okolo šíje,
stíny mu zlato snesly
a lampa odhání je…
Stín se mu dotýká čela,
sláma mu šeptá do uší,
zlaté jako plášť anděla-
co, nikdo netuší.
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