Miroslav Holub
For where would we be If love were not stronger than poetry And poetry were not stronger than love? — Miroslav Holub, from “United Flight 1011,” We’ll Never Get Parts Like That Again (Carpe Diem, 2013) Advertisements
Category: Czechoslovakian Literature
Miroslav Holub
And when a poet dies, deep in the night a lone black bird wakes up in the thicket and sings for all it’s worth — Miroslav Holub, from “Interferon,” Poems Before and After (Bloodaxe Books, 2006)
Milan Kundera,
That is the secret of poetry. We burn in the woman we adore, we burn in the thought we espouse, we burn in the landscape that moves us. — Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; Reprint edition (April 7, 1999)
