When the bees fell silent by Miroslav Holub

An old man
suddenly died
alone in his garden under an elderberry bush.
He lay there til dark,
when the bees
fell silent.

A lovely way to die, wasn't it,
doctor, says
the woman in black
who comes to the garden
as before,
every Saturday,

in her bag always
lunch for two.

trans. by Ewald Osers

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