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Odor and Wind / Stopped short and stare / one at the other, slowly / and wished to touch Kvapas ir vėjas / sutrikę žiūrėjo / viens kitą iš lėto / paliesti norėjo
The world stopped in place when I saw myself over my shoulder and I could have touched that which I saw, but I was backwards and my hand did not go in the correct direction, as if in a mirror, althoug…
Vanduo atėjo ir išėjo / pieva nustebus žiūrėjo / atsipeikėt negalėjo… The water ebbed and flowed / The lawn looked on, amazed / And couldn’t get over it …
Vėjas duris išlaužęs / atėjo išėjo neklausęs / šauksmas save išgirdęs / nutilo save išvydęs / / The wind blew the doors in / And came in unbidden / A cry heard itself / then was sti…
Ateinu, išeinu / neatsisveikinu / Ir žinai kodėl I come and I go / I do not say goodbye / And you know why
Somehow I hear his voice, not from the lawn, not from sadness / from somewhere between the worlds of magic / I did not speak, but overspoak, I imagined myself through others and the dandelion field wh…