Question - Marie Under

We saw those berries, over-ripe and glowing,
in weak and tepid light of the October sun
persisting red as blood, in right full-growing,
without much inkling of the winter clouds to come.

And then a wind-gust brushed those heavy bunches:
and some of them burst, falling to the ground
on wilted grass, soon after, under branches
gold leaves with purple berries lay around.

And hand in hand we walked uphill together
and pushed by the capricious wind’s bad weather,
eye to eye, as in anxiety, we asked:

our love’s moist, joyful red in present flowering,
will life’s wind carry it away, devouring,

or will it fall to the grave’s soil, and last?

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Marie Under (1883 - 1980) Estonia
Translated by Estonian World
Source: Estonian World