Miroslav Holub

Fairy Tale He built himself a house, his foundations, his stones, his walls, his roof overhead, his chimney and smoke, his view from the window. He made himself a garden, his fence, his thyme, his earthworm, his evening dew. He cut out his bit of sky above. And he wrapped the garden in the sky … Continue reading “Miroslav Holub”

Fairy Tale

He built himself a house,
his foundations,
his stones,
his walls,
his roof overhead,
his chimney and smoke,
his view from the window.

He made himself a garden,
his fence,
his thyme,
his earthworm,
his evening dew.

He cut out his bit of sky above.

And he wrapped the garden in the sky
and the house in the garden
and packed the lot in a handkerchief

and went off
lone as an arctic fox
through the cold
unending
rain
into the world.

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