Janina Degutyte

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The thousand and one nights
Of insidious, snake-like delays...
The thousand and one nights
Of prisons and fairy tales. -
...

History. History is not papyrus rolls,
dried yellow parchments,
not marble on pedestals.
History is etched in the human heart,
...

You came to the burned village and
kneeling poured a handful
of burning ashes into
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I'm open wide - to the last nerve,
Open to the last hidden thought.
Not like a wound -
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To live is to long for eternity,
to plant a tree - to pave the way
to another world
which is in us -
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Rain waiting happiness a lily
sweet linden scant -
all this fits in your name.
It is easy
to walk against the wind
...

Cobwebs drape their skeins in the sun,
While the sun spreads through my body.
With the fruit heavy, tilting at noon,
Will you come set me free?
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On and on they march
Over Neringa quicksands,
Bent and sped on by the westerner,
Tall, speechless and boughless pine trees,
...

After your mother the first to kiss you was the sun.
Like a distant red island
It shone above the stork's nest.
And the first sadness of farewell
...

Bent over a white sheet of paper
I kept drawing the same picture:
a bright room, and seated around
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To live is to yearn for eternity.
To plant a tree is to build a road
to that other world which
dwells inside us.
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The garden floats beneath the quiet moon,
and apples fall.
The echo like a bell
fills earth and sky.
...

I bring to you this poem,
this cottage where a white cloud lives,
where you can come and warm yourself
or be alone.
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With horror-filled eyes
we stared at the foreign tanks,
at foreign feet
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The squares empty and sail
into the distance like ships.
In the green moonlight shudder
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Bygones cannot be bygones.
Only streets and squares
have forgotten the smell of fire.
...

While caraway and buttercups
Grow thick beside the Levuo,
I'll go into the meadows. Will
They go on living when I go?
...

Arise,
felled trees,
from banks, far fields, primeval forests.
Arise,
...

I left for the snowy midnight
To bow to the earth and the sky.
...

Such white December city, -
High sugar belfries.
Windows with silver birds.
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The Best Poem Of Janina Degutyte

Scheherazade

The thousand and one nights
Of insidious, snake-like delays...
The thousand and one nights
Of prisons and fairy tales. -
Talk, Scheherazade... The sultan is listening.
Your executioners are close by.
Talk... And as you talk let your words
Unlock the incredible heights of the sky.
Talk, Scheherazade... The sultan is listening.
The sultan is ravenous. Your fate waits in suspense.
Do not stop! The executioners are quick to obey.
There is bitterness in your throat and your voice is tense.
But you must talk... And with each trembling word which you say at night
You pay for each new breath of air and for another hour of life,
You pay for your strength and your helplessness
And for all that which may be lost or possessed.
Talk, Scheherazada... The sultan is ravenous.
Your words flow slowly like blood from an open wound.
But, oh, do not yet give up... For the thousand and first night is still far
And the last handful of clay is still unpaid.

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