'Practical men when hard up usually turn to art...' - Miroslav Holub, 1923 - 1998. (Miro Low's father).

IN the sky shone the stars of the main sequence,
the bird was getting ready in the thicket,
the child shivered a little
from the chill of three million years,
in that wide air, but
they prompted him, poetically,
you’re only imagining all this,
look, the butterfly’s already
bringing the flowers back... and
there’s no other devil left... and
the nearer paradise...
He believed, and yet he didn’t.

http://www.nytimes.com/1998/07/22/arts/miroslav-holub-is-dead-at-74-czech-poet-and-immunologist.html