Jozef Baran
The House with Open Walls
through the nerve netted walls
I hear an earthquake in Turkey
a birthday long live long live
the vanilla scent of the most sincere talks of childhood
another attempt at creating a human
the pattering of children above the ceiling Armstrong’s trumpet
the swish of an elevator soaring into the cosmos
the neighbors’ quarrel
and also
planes full of images
that won’t let me sleep
taking off
from the many airports of memory
I’d like to rest in quiet
but these walls are like shutters
forever ajar
and they even fall asleep like a hare in the balk
with open ears
and eyes
Translated by Ewa Hryniewicz-Yarbrough