The Unknown Painter (Judita Vaiciunaite Poems)
For Queen Barbara Our Lady of Ausros VartaiThe beauty of those eyes, their sadness, has come alivein my portrait. I painted ...
For Queen Barbara Our Lady of Ausros VartaiThe beauty of those eyes, their sadness, has come alivein my portrait. I painted ...
"...he didn't love the beautiful nymph, even though he rested in her bed, in her bright room..."No other can compare with me ...
We used you like the queen in chess or the queen in cards.On a velvet pillow we presented you with ...
Eight beats the towerclock beneath its white stone bark.I run along Latako Street, so long and dark,Along the blue ice ...
1.Mary's parents metby the golden Jerusalem gate:Joachim, the droves of cattle behind him,and a radiant Anne,their shadows moved as if ...
"...and time unfeelingly passes..."Forgive me if they're only a herd of pigs.I herd them from trough to pen.But if you're ...
"Greetings, traveler, until you return to your homeland take heed; don't forget me..."I've never kissed a man. And my voice - like ...
Both daughters-in-law have died. And who shall ever knowif I did or did not pour the poison into their Venetian ...
A shred of newspaper lies on the table. A common statistic.The people are divided into men and women. There areTwenty ...
"...I'd go to my grave with Odysseus' name in my heart."It's difficult to experience your love -For no one can change ...
Where shall I start? I was still a child. I was white likemarble and pure. They say I possessed a ...
I shall never turn into yellow parchment. I shall never grow old.My love, like a poet's verse, gives me strength ...
How the fluff of the poplars and dandelions and flocks of white buterflies fly!How thick they set on my rocking chair ...
A yellow field of flowering mustard. Loneliness and sunshine.And such a mood - as if I turned the handle of a kiddy's ...
Angelsraped in the defiledTrinitarian churchmaybe Autumn's dawn, her golden reflections,will color your wings.Angels above niches and windowsstill gliding across the ...
Let's wait till Sunday. On our bread we'll spread some kisses and fresh butter,then feverishly read the circus bills,about the noisy, ...
I go away. My dress opens and flaps like an old parachute -never before did so much wind and so much space belong ...
The frozen dream lakesenvisioned one Christmas Eve,the water's morning glintthrough the blindness of a solid wall,a wall solid brick, stacked ...
bright blue cineraria blossomscelebrate April's light -colorful wild grasses from the Canary Islandsbloomagainst the deteriorating pulsating walls of the Old ...
Look into the night, into an overgrown yardat a well of rubble -a medieval procession passes, chanting,carrying a crossand, in ...
In winter's oblivion, in the snowbound cabin'sunheated sitting roomonly my grandparents' portraitshave returned to the empty farmstead -I stumble upon ...
Lemon peels,a taste of cinnamon,wine from the Balkans, all now drained.And the morning just so clean, thatfree of anygod, human, ...
That white house - a reflection, where the two of us will live,where a lonely boy will play with wet ashberries;where we ...
On the table - white dishes, bread and yellow apples.And summer - beyond the opened window on the fifth floor.Thunder ...
Where the yard like a sea shell guardsthe tiny graceful church,where green shutters and windows openonto the sooty snow,on the ...
A low corrugated tin roof shineson top of it stands a stone chess tablesupported bytwo foreigners, two quiet elephants,and a newly ...
In the ashy grey Old Citylike a billowing scarf -through cold, dark Vilniusthree kings passjust three more of the city's ...
In the dark time of yearyour darker partconverts to dreams, you'll feelit's night and seem adrift:a massive comet streaksabove your ...
Through blue glass beams of light will passthrough broken bits of childhood's stained glassthrough the blue of a coat of ...
A bell will sound just inside the door,of the flower shop in the Old City -a lonely and frozen houseits ...
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