Here in the crack of a crumbling gray stone
a fragile chamomile in silence sprouts white blossoms
Gustav Suits
Under Quivering Aspens /
In translation of Ants Oras
I am walking under quivering aspens,
I am walking, lost in long rapt musings, mute,
Weary of reading famed dreamers' visions.
Debora Vaarandi
Simple Things
I stepped up to the simple things,
I leaned on the simple good.
/.../
Artur Alliksaar
Alternatives
Is life funny serious or seriously funny?
Whichever would be better, whether to senselessly flame or flamelessly sense?
Without feeling at home
we remain homeless
/.../
Betti Alver
Ecstasy /
In translation of Ants Oras
/.../
What depths you feel! You stand and listen
To voices rising our of darkness.
Take courage, go! Be strong, be fervent!
The yawning void shall build you bridges,
The angry beast shall be your servant,
Great fruits shall drop from barren ridges.
Jaan Kaplinski
Light Won't Grow Old
Light never gets old
light is always new
/.../
star fell and a gentle shimmer grazed
mirror-smooth water
as a mere delusion of mind
briefly did I get a glimpse of a glittering robe
my soul in your hands, where are you now
/.../
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