so you feared to call a fir tree green?
to call a spring chestnut a cathedral of chandeliers?
you feared being taken for a fir needle?
for a horse chestnut?
don’t worry. it already is. you already are.

(don’t fear impossible love—even
the celts knew it—and besides
it’s the only kind)



Exiting Summer (Translated from Estonian by H.L. Hix)

Jüri Talvet


PREV / NEXTfrom this artist