Antigone (Janina Degutyte Poems)
Farewell, my bridegroom - I have never kissed you.Farewell, my son - who never was.Love brought me here and love ...
Farewell, my bridegroom - I have never kissed you.Farewell, my son - who never was.Love brought me here and love ...
I don't want to be writing poems.Don't believe there's joy in that. It is false.I would like to be kneading ...
On and on they march Over Neringa quicksands, Bent and sped on by the westerner, Tall, speechless and boughless pine trees, With crowns tossed ...
The thousand and one nightsOf insidious, snake-like delays...The thousand and one nightsOf prisons and fairy tales. -Talk, Scheherazade... The sultan ...
To us you are as indispensable as bread,A sky-blue well of never-ending life,A shelter built of birch or cypress logs,A ...
You came to the burned village and kneeling poured a handful of burning ashes into a linen scarf which you hid by your heart.A ...
I'm open wide - to the last nerve,Open to the last hidden thought.Not like a wound -Like lips stretched to ...
This restlessness with no name overcomes us and drives us onAnd we run away from home in thoughts or on trains or ...
Bygones cannot be bygones.Only streets and squareshave forgotten the smell of fire.Only fieldshave forgotten the taste of blood.Iron forsaken still ...
The squares empty and sailinto the distance like ships. In the green moonlight shudderthe tall silhouettes of towers. Fragrant lindens like hearbsnestle ...
I keep writing you lettersand I keep talking to you.We hardly ever talked...We just hid from each other our painand ...
With horror-filled eyeswe stared at the foreign tanks,at foreign feetstomping on our land,heard a foreign tongue...Through floods of tearswatched the ...
You are small, you easily find roomIn the palms of a Čiurlionis' King...You are like a slice of wholesome breadOn ...
I walked into the snowy midnightto bow to the earth and to the sky.And in that silvery point in spacewhere ...
History. History is not papyrus rolls,dried yellow parchments,not marble on pedestals.History is etched in the human heart,in hope, in memory,in ...
He will not return, your Odysseus, this time he will not return.No Penelopes with their spindles are waiting for him by ...
Arise, felled trees, from banks, far fields, primeval forests.Arise, torn birds, in sleepy nests and in dawning nebulous space.Arise, dead herbs and dead hopes.All you - fallen ...
Such white December city, -High sugar belfries.Windows with silver birds.And trees - like snow wormwoods against the high clouds...Such a festive ...
After your mother the first to kiss you was the sun. Like a distant red island It shone above the stork's nest. And ...
While caraway and buttercupsGrow thick beside the Levuo,I'll go into the meadows. WillThey go on living when I go?These meadows ...
Today I saw you offon your immeasurably long journeyTo the other side..To where you are now, on the other side of ...
I left for the snowy midnightTo bow to the earth and the sky.And in this silver point of space,Where winds ...
They left in boarded-up trains.I escaped into a fairy tale.Tanks rolled down the street.I gazed at the birds.From the forts ...
Holy June, month of fields,touch the grass-scented earthwith pure fire of lightning.Blossom out with a shower -as a silvery rosein ...
Cobwebs drape their skeins in the sun,While the sun spreads through my body.With the fruit heavy, tilting at noon,Will you ...
The bell is mute. The silence rings.The night entangles sunset's wings.Star droplets on its cobweb rest.A cry for rescue is ...
The garden floats beneath the quiet moon,and apples fall.The echo like a bellfills earth and sky.The apples fall, still warm ...
I asked the rivers - where are you?I asked the clouds where you are, -And the rivers said you are ...
On the riverbankIn deep grassUnder the large shade of the willowSleeps a white horse.The forefathers' silver scythes have rung out.The ...
In my father's garden A pear tree breaks into bloomAnd turns to a mountain of snow.And against it - small and ...
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