Jirí Kolár 1914–2002 They Waver, but their Eyes Are Gimlet-Sharp and Gleam Like Holes where Water Sleeps at Night 1972 © reserved License this image Artworks They Pass before Me, Those Electric Eyes Some Abstruse Angel Must Have Magnetized Jirí Kolár 1972 Your Bridegroom Roves, and your Immortal Form Keeps Vigil when He Sleeps Jirí Kolár 1972 These Warm Nights I Breathe, Eyes Closed, the Scent of your Welcoming Breasts Jirí Kolár 1972 They Waver, but their Eyes Are Gimlet-Sharp and Gleam Like Holes where Water Sleeps at Night Jirí Kolár 1972
