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13. 10. 2004
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Ingmara
For Ieva. In Tūja village
Now the hornbeams throw flames in my face.
Shadows.
No boats go fishing today.
Sit.
A storm is gathering at the horizon.
You’re stringing bunches and beads
of rowan- and chokeberries.
Warm your hands.
I could tell you
(the Summer is over)
but that’s what
You know
Translated by Jānis Elsbergs
Now the hornbeams throw flames in my face.
Shadows.
No boats go fishing today.
Sit.
A storm is gathering at the horizon.
You’re stringing bunches and beads
of rowan- and chokeberries.
Warm your hands.
I could tell you
(the Summer is over)
but that’s what
You know
Translated by Jānis Elsbergs