Rúfus, Milan: Deposition from the Cross (Snímanie z kríža in English)
Snímanie z kríža (Slovak)
V kraji, kde iba vietor snímal z kríža,
Deposition from the Cross (English)
In a land where the wind alone lifted from the Cross
man was born with a nail in his palm.
With it he was nailed to the land he loved.
Thus he lived, thus he died.
Now everything is gone.
The nail and the Cross. The land, no longer beloved,
does not receive. No man’s land. And habit
still urges his heavy palm.
The Cross that is poverty. Only a memory now
for the poet. He surmises something. And whispers:
- And while lifting him down they killed him.
But he is also dead. He does not scream.
Afraid he doesn’t know.
Afraid he knows.