The Soul Of A Century/Reflection

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3723062The Soul Of A Century — Reflection1943Jan Neruda


Within my heart all seems so dead
That words cannot portray,
And when I roam about my heart
A tombstone bars my way.

All about me so desolate . . .
One rose in bloom . . . one bud . . .
Yet this one is so beautiful
As if grown from human blood.

And while it grows, its petals spread
Their stirring blood-red stain,
This rose, my love of humankind . .
Demanding blood again.

I often tried to kill this bloom
All efforts were in vain,
Its roots remained beneath the ground;
Through the night it grew again.

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