Bohumil Hrabal died falling from a hospital window when trying to feed the pigeons. Doves.
The doves flew away
(doves that beautiful word for pigeon. dove can be a tender loving expression for a loved one. pigeon is filth)
, they were not blazing like swans, they just flew away. The doves were just a metaphor Bohumil Hrabal used for the ones who had fled.
In his fall, finally at rest, maybe from a fifth floor, the seconds before hitting the ground, Bohumil Hrabal thought of Kafka, Biebl. Maybe Rilke, who knew the world hurts. It was then the last time it hurted.
The night after the day a blazing swan
(or was it a dove)
fell over the hospital window, more doves went to the dome of the rotunda, in Budeč, not to die, but to mourn. Bohumil Hrabal.
The doves flew away
(doves that beautiful word for pigeon. dove can be a tender loving expression for a loved one. pigeon is filth)
, they were not blazing like swans, they just flew away. The doves were just a metaphor Bohumil Hrabal used for the ones who had fled.
In his fall, finally at rest, maybe from a fifth floor, the seconds before hitting the ground, Bohumil Hrabal thought of Kafka, Biebl. Maybe Rilke, who knew the world hurts. It was then the last time it hurted.
The night after the day a blazing swan
(or was it a dove)
fell over the hospital window, more doves went to the dome of the rotunda, in Budeč, not to die, but to mourn. Bohumil Hrabal.
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Tender.
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