Aleksis Rannit Poems

You came to my room
and your motion's
every phrase
...

Stay,
poet of thunder,
hear through my silence
and know:
...

From life's living name
the flame to distance
melting out
...

This
is your heart at its prime —
enamel's tightening seal,
your voice's innocent light
...

The name of time
is
namelessness,
rivers,
...

Rhythm —
wild strawberry,
ripening dark —
innermost
...