Poets

When people shall read this bitter intertwining these words not called nor begged for and think of what created them whom will they reflect more? You or me? when people shall think of a soul so lonely who even powerless can light up a sunbeam should they say fine the world still has sunbeams will they know what feeds the sunbeam? I myself don't know my beloved you the distant hollow sound of a bell I don't know but I sense you and send another line on paper you tremble like air from the flutter of wings over my hopes and my sadness we may separate like low clouds but we don't wake cold and estranged for others we may deny each other but we don't pass each other by we may be bitter about life's betrayal but we're chained not only by love from common refuse we burn the same fire from a common spiritual fibre if you should tire know that people will read again and again ask for the sunbeam and intertwined we are related I sing of you while you lead me your breath in each letter half of it me Translated by: Margita Gailītis. Latvian literature. Latvijas Literatūras centrs

A cherry-tree trying to cover Its very last berry - That is me watching over My ragged shirt's single button.

I'm not conquerable I'm not destroyable in the open Field trampled cursed and spat on Don't look at my bones that ever slower