lietū raudāt ir vieglāk

man bija trīs kastaņi, Tev — sauja ievziedu rūgtu; un mums pa vidu vasara, sutīga, nenoplūkta. griezes iespraucās augustā, pērkoni gāzās un gāzās, lauki jau kļuva zeltaini, kurmji svinēja kāzas… vienu velēnu zemāk, zem puķu sarautām saknēm, tur viņi nesaskārās, dziedāja, saskandinājās. starp tārpiem un trūdvielām lēnām pacēlās saskaņa. Man bija sauja kastaņu, Tev — […]

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Malduguns

Kad debesu svins miltos pārtop, Kad domas slīd, slepeni kāšos kārdamās, un aizplēn nenosauktas — Egles un vientuļi vītoli pastiepj mūžīgu zaļumu iepretim blāvu mākoņu atspulgiem. Vēl solis. Veļi veļas kamolos, kopus nes sniega putekļos tumšu zemeņu smaržu (ak, piedegušās vasaras). Nāc, teci kā malduguns atmiņu purvājos, visus akačos aizvildams, kamēr debesu dzirnas maļ, maļ, […]

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not raining too much

tremor. black fingers extend from hands broken at the end of dark arms, limbs, crowded by fallen leaves, unattached, doomed to flopping along as the wind sings, threshing the empty floors. again. beat black fingers from broken hands against the dark limbs outstretched onto the pale mists sheathing silent moonrays. Once more. faintly grow into […]

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irreverently

that one thing for certain — all in existence stands firm against passing — like buttercups in the middle of streams transient, fragile, willing to do what it takes to survive. little yellow-headed stalks breaking the running crystal, etching the neverending V for Vita brevis est, for victory, for the day when silence burns sunlight. […]

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star-sharpened stones

As stones sit In the dusty autumn grass, I can see them grow, Give birth to stars. Once a volcano’s heart, They crystallised, And broke and went Out to be quarried. Now they catch Onto the sun’s heat and joy With freshly-cut prisms And inlets of quartz. Transparent, ready to jump At the first inkling […]

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to Him of the hosts of heaven

I love you. You make the leaves Glow yellow in the lamplight Whilst all the city hastens From work, and towards home and death That doth us part. I love you. You attach Five-pointed flattened gems To shine under the light- polluted sky above us all So dark and distant. I love you. You stop […]

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