LITUANUS
LITHUANIAN QUARTERLY JOURNAL OF ARTS AND SCIENCES
Volume 26, No. 4 - Winter 1980
Editor of this issue: Jonas Zdanys ISSN 0024-5089
Copyright © 1980 LITUANUS Foundation, Inc. |
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POEMS BY
LIDIJA ÐlMKUTË POCIUS
Black Earth
I reach for the blue sky
Black earth is in my hands.
The blueness is blinding
When black earth is in my hands.
The sky is beyond my reach
While black earth is in my hands.
Nonexistence
The wind has lost its way,
Forgotten its purpose and time,
Hides unbreathing in the valley.
The innocent green grass
sucks its mother, earth.
Someone's footsteps trample
the grief that is.
Invitation
Come, rest a while
On the black coals
Of my bed,
Throw a drop of water on the fire
Still smouldering in the cinders,
But do not stay.
On reviving me, depart,
For my feelings are brittle,
My joy painful
And the bed of my life, rocky.
Keys in the Chests of Night
Walls, not doors
bear secrets.
Irrevocable words
have left permanent scars.
Witnesses of thoughts
which our lips could never form.
These dark keys
in the chests of night.
From "Moments"
In the melting afternoon sun,
One can hear the whisper of the wind
when secrets of clouds unfold
between heaven and earth.
*
In the quietness of evening,
the underground lament
seeps upwards.
The day crumbles,
becomes fertile as the earth.
*
I stretch my hands to the distance
But in the hazy light of day
I fail to reach a vision
or a sadness.
Only the rain caresses
my lips.
Wreath
From restless words
I have bound a wreath.
Past joys I entwined with memories,
Future joys with future hopes.
I have tied your name with a knot of longing
At the beginning and the end.