Works
- Město v slzách (1921)
- Samá láska (1923)
- Na vlnách TSF (1925)
- Slavík zpívá špatně (1926)
- Básně (1929)
- Poštovní holub (1929)
- Hvězdy nad Rajskou zahradou (1929)
- Jablko z klína (1933)
- Ruce Venušiny (1936)
- Jaro sbohen (1937)
- Zhasněte světla (1938)
- Vějíř Boženy Němcové (1940)
- Světlem oděná (1940)
- Kamenný most (1944)
- Přilba z hlíny (1945)
- Ruka a plamen (1948)
- Šel malíř chudě do světa (1949)
- Píseň o Viktorce (1950)
- Maminka (1954)
- Chlapec a hvězdy (1956)
- Praha a Věnec sonetů (1956)
- Zrnka révy (1965)
- Koncert na ostrově (1965)
- Odlévání zvonů (1967)
- Halleyova kometa (1967)
- Kniha o Praze (1968)
- Morový sloup (1968–1970)
- Deštník z Picadilly (1979)
- Všecky krásy světa (1979)
- Býti básníkem (1983)
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Famous quotes containing the word works:
“No one after lighting a lamp puts it under the bushel basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven.”
—Bible: New Testament, Matthew 5:15,16.
“We all agree now—by “we” I mean intelligent people under sixty—that a work of art is like a rose. A rose is not beautiful because it is like something else. Neither is a work of art. Roses and works of art are beautiful in themselves. Unluckily, the matter does not end there: a rose is the visible result of an infinitude of complicated goings on in the bosom of the earth and in the air above, and similarly a work of art is the product of strange activities in the human mind.”
—Clive Bell (1881–1962)
“The slightest living thing answers a deeper need than all the works of man because it is transitory. It has an evanescence of life, or growth, or change: it passes, as we do, from one stage to the another, from darkness to darkness, into a distance where we, too, vanish out of sight. A work of art is static; and its value and its weakness lie in being so: but the tuft of grass and the clouds above it belong to our own travelling brotherhood.”
—Freya Stark (b. 1893–1993)