Guess what smells so… You didn’t guess.
Lilies? Lindens? No. Winds? No.
But princes and barbers smell so,
The evening smells so, in a dream.
Look: a line goes through the glass
Bending quietly; and the hushed
Light, in the tender mist,
Is gurgling like a brook of milk.
Look: it’s snowing, it’s snowing, it’s snowing.
Look: the white orchards is falling asleep.
The earth has sunk into the past.
Guess who’s coming… You didn’t guess.
Princes and barbers are coming,
White kings and bakers,
And the trees murmur, covered with snow.
(Henrikas Radauskas)
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