A thin cypress scrapes the sky,
And the hot day’s perfume
Pours itself on the landscape’s wounds.
Delicate needles pierce the heart;
Fainting she smiles and hears
Her own screams but cannot die,
The way you and I cannot.
She hears: a metal bird sings
In a glass tree, copper fruits trundle,
Tremble in the dizziness of dying.
Toward an old faun’s golden foot
Soft music swims.
Having merged with the glass tree’s invisible buds
You don’t care if tomorrow ever comes.
(Henrikas Radauskas)
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