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Svetima Jums mano gimtinė…

Я и Вы

Svetima Jums mano gimtinė,
Ir, žinau, aš  Jums ne pora,
Man patinka zurna laukinė,
O ne liūdinti gitara.

Ir ne ponų pilnuos salonuos
Savo rankraščius aš vartau,
Debesims, kriokliams ir drakonams
Aš eilėraščius nuolat skaitau.

Mėgstu tarsi arabas klajūnas
Prie šaltinio priklapt ir gert,
Ir nemėgstu kaip riteris liūdnas
Į žvaigždes žiūrėti ir verkt.

Ir numirsiu aš ne notaro
Arba gydytojo akyse,
O kokiam nors plyšy, ko gero,
Kur voraninkliai ir tamsa,

Kad nueičiau ne rojun, kur akys
Pasidžiaugs angelėliais baltais,
O tenai, kur plėšikai it vagys
Arba kekšės žadins rytais.

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Have thou mercy! Enough of this pain and frustration...

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The Octave

No whisper of a midnight distance, / Nor when a mother sang a tune - / We've never understood an instance, / Which's worth being better understood. / The symbol of the Father's greatness - / A kind of gracious advice - / To you, the Poet, is presented: / Your tongue is tied, your speec...


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The tip of willow tree was blackened...

The tip of willow tree was blackened, / For rooks protruded from its crown, / In azure sky-dale there they slackened - / The sheepish clouds grazed on its down. / And you, with gaze of resignation, / Announced: "I am in love with you." / Like sea was grass’s oscillation, / At one...


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