E... F... does not bind life around her with a rope
to prevent it from fleeing
and she does not watch it through the window
to see its struggles, conflicts, victories and losses
preferences for some and hatred for others
beating its head against a wall
taking off in vain
or fiercely digging in the ground
but she loves it
and asks: What does its angry laughter mean
its dazzling song and blinding dance?
how to tame the light
capture shadows and win time?

– From the poem by Jiri Kolar, Prague 1961