Oh heather, oh blossom,
such a bleak, bleak autumn.
Though my mind suffers gloom
you still tenderly bloom,
oh blossom!
Oh heather, oh blossom,
sadness is my burden;
there's love, there's death, there's autumn—
your eye, cerulean—
oh blossom!
Juhan Liiv (1864 - 1913) Estonia
such a bleak, bleak autumn.
Though my mind suffers gloom
you still tenderly bloom,
oh blossom!
Oh heather, oh blossom,
sadness is my burden;
there's love, there's death, there's autumn—
your eye, cerulean—
oh blossom!
Juhan Liiv (1864 - 1913) Estonia
Translated by H. L. Hix and Jüri Talvet
Source: Estonian poetry in English, Lauri Pilter, Forum for World Literature Studies, Vol.2 No. 3, Dec 2010
Source: Estonian poetry in English, Lauri Pilter, Forum for World Literature Studies, Vol.2 No. 3, Dec 2010
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