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         <title><![CDATA[1775 básní E. Dickinsové]]></title>
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1&#160;&#160;&#160; 1850 / 1894
Valentine week, 1850
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!

Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain,
For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.
All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air,
God hath made nothing single but thee in His world so fair!
The bride, and then the bridegroom, the two, and then the one,
Adam, and Eve, his consort, the moon,...<br />
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         <title><![CDATA[Bellocovy vybrané básně]]></title>
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         <description><![CDATA[&#160;

The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter
When Peter Wanderwide was young
He wandered everywhere he would:
All that he approved was sung,
And most of what he saw was good.
When Peter Wanderwide was thrown
By Death himself beyond Auxerre,
He chanted in heroic tone
To priests and people gathered there:
"If all that I have loved and seen
Be with me on the Judgment Day,
I shall be saved the crowd between
From Satan and his foul array.
"Almighty God will surely cry,
'St. Michael! Who...<br />
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         <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 10:21:00 +0100</pubDate>
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         <title><![CDATA[Chestertonovy vybrané básně]]></title>
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A Hymn
G. K. Chesterton


O God of earth and altar,
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Our people drift and die;
The walls of gold entomb us,
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;But take away our pride.

From all that terror teaches,
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;From lies of tongue and pen,
From all the easy speeches
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;That comfort cruel...<br />
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         <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 10:02:00 +0100</pubDate>
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         <title><![CDATA[Karel Šiktanc - výběr]]></title>
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         <description><![CDATA[můj nejoblíběnější český básník :-)



Bůh se myje
Karel Šiktanc
Svléká se... A voda chrstá
do neciček Páně.
Trnou
lodi letadlové 
v Tichém oceáně
Dřív si hrál.
dřív chtivě lezl
na hřbet každé vlny -
a jak voda tekla z nestoudného rána,
oceán byl po zem
dívčích ňader plný
a země jak sukně
k ňadrům vykasaná.
Teď - co den -
to z pevnin čpí
jak z vykřičnených domů.
Strmí trosky z moří, hladových jak chrti.
Teď si kdedko chodí
do svatyň jak domů.
Teď má kdekdo hřbitov
z těch, co dohnal k smrti.
Tře...<br />
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         <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 09:57:00 +0100</pubDate>
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         <title><![CDATA[The Waste Land ]]></title>
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T h e&#160;&#160;&#160; W a s t e&#160;&#160; &#160;L a n d 
1922
&#160;
I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding&#160;&#160; 
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing&#160;&#160; 
Memory and desire, stirring&#160;&#160; 
Dull roots with spring rain.&#160;&#160; 
Winter kept us warm, covering&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;...<br />
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         <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 09:55:00 +0100</pubDate>
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         <title><![CDATA[The Hollow Men]]></title>
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The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot
(1925)

I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the...<br />
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         <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 09:53:00 +0100</pubDate>
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         <title><![CDATA[Ash Wednesday]]></title>
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ASH WEDNESDAY
T. S. Eliot 
(1888–1965)

I
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to know
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because...<br />
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