Obscuring dust

[dreamofthem]

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 (1923-1998)



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Yesterday there was a wedding, bigger than this world.