Oh Heather, Oh Blossom! - Juhan Liiv

Oh heather, oh blossom,
such a bleak, bleak autumn.

Summer Memory - Marie Under

The door ajar, I stood at point of day,
Tiptoe for you and with awakened eyes.
The sun's gold slipper trod the gravelled way,

what’s the use of poetry - Jürgen Rooste

what’s the use of poetry
I ask you – what

does poetry reconcile
our divorced parents

In the Circle of the Veranda, 14 - Ivar Ivask

How could I reach back that far,

how could I become one with the old

churchyard in Rongu, daydreaming here

in these Bitterroot woods, blue enamel mug

in hand? A mug brimful with raspberries

My native land - Lydia Koidula

My native land they buried you 

Beneath an ebon cover, 

And blooms of blood on wounded soil 

Were all they could discover. 

The Full Moon - Marie Under

Bursting full is the moon,

its weight bends the trees.

The waters desire to be turned 

to wine,

they are so restless.

When I threw you out - Doris Kareva

When I threw you out.

Finally.

Do you know - Helen Adamson

To you, who has fulfilled all my beautiful wishes,

I breathe slowly, because it doesn't feel real

this air around us, warmly touching your lips.

What am I feeling, what am I thinking, there is someone in my heart?

 

Ecstasy - Marie Under

Ah, earthly life burns in myriad splendours

Not even death’s dark hazard can destroy.

I yield, a willing prisoner, to joy;

I never sorted with discreet pretenders.

In the Circle of the Veranda, 15 - Ivar Ivask

This tiny watch will soon have measured

its century. An heirloom of Father's sister Adelheid.

Betrothed. A lithograph to Kuutti Lavonen - Mathura

Cold stone flowers in her hair

eyes closed she listens

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.

A Sound - Juhan Liiv

When I was small,
a sound rang in my breast.

Leaves Fell - Juhan Liiv

A gust roused the waves,
leaves blew into the water,
the waves were ash-gray,
the sky tin-gray,
ash-gray the autumn.

Right now, right now I would like to change - Hasso Krull

Right now, right now I would like to change
into something different. Can I? I don’t know. I
listen to the angry blizzard, a train rattles the things
on the table, then is gone. Did I change

Bertrand Russell 1872 - 1970 - Jaan Kaplinski

THIS OLD HAMMER IT SHINES LIKE SILVER
IT HAS NO MORE WEIGHT - THE OLD SILVER HAMMER
FLEW AWAY FROM THE HANDS OF THE BLACKSMITH
AND IS CLICKING ON THE NAILHEADS HIGH IN THE WINTER SKY

Silence is always here - Jaan Kaplinski

Silence is always here and everywhere;
sometimes we simply hear it more clearly:

White paper and time - Jaan Kaplinski

White paper and time: one I am filling,
the other fills itself.

Some Summers and Springs (no. 5) - Jaan Kaplinski

God has left us — I felt it clearly
digging the earth around a rhubarb plant.

The way leaves crackle - Eugene Dubnov

The way leaves crackle, snow crunches on the ears,
The way the dog scrabbles at the rustling leaves and the snow.