TWO OWLS

by Petr Borkovec


TWO OWLS

The street sleeved to their body,

but outspread to their flight,

to the buzzard, to the bat,

the rounded edges of their vanishing

caught by the streetlight’s glare:

space briefly folded up

in the hush of that back-draught.

Translated from the Czech by Justin Quinn

DVE SOVY

Ulice tesná jejich telu,

ale rozlehlá jejich letu,

rozloĹžité káne i netopýri,

zaoblené hrany jejich zmizení

chycené ulicní lampou,

prostor se na vterinu sesypal

za tím hluchonemým tahem.