Untitled #21 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
I look at youas you sleepin the wicker bedwhere so many childrenhave slept beforemy best friend'slittle daughteryour breath is like ...
I look at youas you sleepin the wicker bedwhere so many childrenhave slept beforemy best friend'slittle daughteryour breath is like ...
Delicate little girl, youlooked straightinto my heartwith the blue eyesof wild chicoryyou could havebeen my daughteryour childhoodand minecould have intertwinedas ...
not onestar -a calm, windlesseveningshriveled frozen earth, freezingcurly chrysanthemum heads- only from afarmy beloved hill glistensas if all the stars ...
small willowtree, in full bloomin a yard winter left cluttered, at the tailend of april, locked in by the everydayflowering ...
sitting beside the very streeton a dilapidated bench, paint peelingpeople stroll past, children scurryan infant left in a carriage outside ...
river of my childhoodwith every springtime floodthe river washes awayour footbridgewashes over the fieldsright up to the orchardevery spring therising ...
it was not Alisathe girl who posed in the photographwith barefeet, half-naked, dressedin rags, her dark haircropped shortone hand pressed ...
that place, where one springwe saw a grass snake -greenish goldwhere a forest streamcurled around a meadow, laughing; fallentrees lay rotting, ...
This smell, of lipstickand powder, I adored itI can almost hear the rustleof real silk - my mother'sparty gowna golden ...
you rushed inlaughingsuch a sweet little thingone summer daya few years agorushed into my lifeand you're still thereholding your breathwide-eyed,you ...
how simplythis river flowswinding its waythrough the meadowshow simplythis river flowsholding a full embrace of wheatbefore ushow simplyit carries our ...
five years of wanderingthrough strange roomsthrough hospitalsthrough uninhabited islandshow thin are the threadsthat hold us togetherwith the worldhow painfulthe spider ...
and you, who swallowed the one and onlypomegranate seed - red and bittersweetyou had to go to the underground, to ...
That samenarrow white road through the forestspreading trees, summer, and beyond the benda lake, water calm and deepa losthome, returnedin ...
along worn stone steps, steepwooden staircases, laddersspiral tower stairson the stairs of our houseyour silent spiritentered and illuminatedall the corners, ...
on winter nights, when my grandmotherwent to workI carried a lanternto light her waylarge snow drifts on either side of ...
a little girlhas moved intomy mirrorI don't evenknow her namea bit too seriousa bit too paleas if after an illnesslike ...
even my hands are restlessladen with stiff laundrytaken from the clotheslinehere in a small townit can't bethat in your life ...
Youwho led the way into the forest'scool shadows: your foreheadwas marked by a tiny forget-me-notthat grew alongside the ditch when ...
a cold evening, swollen painfulwillow budsmigrating birds areperched in the skeletonsof trees along the shore like greatblack blossomsa small reddish ...
how you wishedto get sickhave the snow come downin large quiet chunksread Dickensin bed, untilyour temperature would rise,toward evening, andthey ...
lying flat on thick transparent iceyou look for a very long timeintensely, into the verybottom of the lakeeven your head ...
birdswith black heads, black wingsblack beaks, black hooked talonsdark grey bodiesin the seaside townbigas hensI've never seen such birdsthey walk ...
there was a time when we atethe swollen buds of linden treessticky and sweetthe sap of cherry trees, more deliciousthan ...
I found a golden hairon the snowI picked it upa long longgolden hairleft by an angelhe rested here onceby the ...
here, where eternally frozen earthhas imprisoned my bonesyou carrya golden sprig of mistletoein your handyou cometo set me freethe first ...
I know a place where when youbrush your foot across the sandthe sand moans sadlyas if weepingsometimesa woman appears there, ...
a crowfrozen into the snowa draftin the dingy hospital rooma face sufferingin a white metal bedwhenare you leaving?in a dreamI ...
So that one day you couldsay quietlywith a smilemy home(Nijole Miliauskaite)
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