Russian & Slavic
Vítězslav Hálek
Vítězslav Hálek (1835–1874) was a Czech poet, prose writer and journalist, a leading figure of the Czech literary generation of the 1850s and 1860s. His lyric collection Večerní písně (Evening Songs, 1859) made his name with its tender, song-like poems of love and nature.
The poems here are drawn from Joseph Štýbr's English translation of Evening Songs, published in Boston in 1920.
Poems (67)
- The spring came flying from afar
- I am the knight from the old tale
- The humming of the trees has ceased
- Though all the world has gone to sleep
- Stars by the hundreds dot the sky
- What charm is there in love for us
- God summoned me to Paradise
- If that poor nightingale
- Should I tell Thee the secret tale
- My sweetheart, come, kneel down with me
- I am a linden with large crown
- So often it appears to me
- Thou art still but a youthful bud
- That nightingale has not retired
- Thou maiden, charming most of all
- It happened. My soul minus Thee
- When I gaze at Thee, darling mine
- Thy beautiful eye is a lake
- My sweetheart, come, sit close to me
- Once as I through the golden stars
- The stars upon the heavens there
- The greatest hero is not he
- The heavens are replete with stars
- Upon the sky the moon and stars
- The scorching heat of noonday sun
- Tell wherein thou hast sinned, my heart
- If all the world lost its delight
- What matters it what in sweet songs
- My sweetheart, I dreamt Thou hadst died
- When God felt His supreme delight
- So many, many things there are
- Up in the oak tree a dove wailed
- The night is fair and transparent
- Those stars, those fair wee little stars
- I do not know, was it a dream
- That deep and dark blue heavens’ bowl
- That little bird sings all the time
- Deep silence reigns—it seems to me
- It seemed to me—Grief had grown old
- I thought to myself, with no love
- There were two thoughts, two thoughts of God
- That young little singer there
- As in the sky rises the moon
- Ye all who deem yourselves oppressed
- The day and night went each their way
- Thou hast laid Thy hand on my head
- Of my songs I shall build Thy throne
- Don’t wonder, shouldst Thou chance to hear
- The God’s world is so far and wide
- Hey, in the rounds what pleasure
- Ye little, ye wee little birds
- My pillow was of sorrow made
- ’Tis wrong for men to lack in song
- My lips were lockt a long, long time
- When I shall trust my corpse to earth
- My God, of all things I aspire
- Blest is the man whom the Lord’s hand
- Much has been trusted to Thy hands
- I bade the trumpets to be blown
- He who can strike the golden strings
- At prophets cast ye never stones
- From heaven angels come to earth
- Now go, my darling children, go
- In the sky the moon was standing
- He’s going far from home
- The moon sails slowly in the sky
- My sweetheart, look at those two clouds