I mourned, I am deeply sad.
My life was tough beyond measure.
And my dear despair
As a child nursing at the breast.

It shall not fail to cultivate and nourish.
(If only for a moment to be calm?)
And look how lacquers rays
Sparkle to the world through tears. .
***

Peace

I say - I am finally well.
But Rose is crying tears of blood.
What keeps washed away by a stream of petals red?
I do not know. I have a well.

I say - I am finally at peace.
The only remaining stem roses
Dust and gray. Is crying a little one?
I do not know. I have peace.

I say - I do not expect anything anymore.
How the gray of a slow and gentle.
Silent stones. Sleep time.
I do not expect anything anymore.

My world sadilst and dims.
I smile softly - only. . .
You make me go through one day
And nepamanīsi it.

It will be good.

***

I know well where you are,
But there I will not look.
Not briedīgā land - on rock
I am a flower for six
And the flowers look forward to. In spite of.
With clenched teeth. Of stone.
To impossibility of tenderness
Roots.
Of all the roads izraudzīšu
The future path of thee,
For here, where thee can not be
You suddenly standing next to me.
To the eyes in the face, izplaukst
The flower-year bitterness heavy.

I know right where you are.
But there I do not need you.
***

on earth is not true, such a power fist,
That abusers damaging Dar, named the sin
As judges. respected rogues sitting
And \"fair\" skin tear off the other,
And cienīgtēvs, a thief, says the sermons:
\"So wait a, heaven will be better!\"



No happiness on earth, so the beast troop bļauj,
Each other except they bite mouth pull,
And everyone happy when the belly full,
When children are healthy, warm apartment.
And glaimojot salkušie writers called:
\"As far as practical people, including a lot of hope!\"



Yes, and hope. But the gray time
More workers will be shown in full face torture,
More drones and fairly lazy people cheat,
More people in the kingdom of heaven will be thirsty,
Underfoot justice perpetrators of violence in the CIS,
For bovine animals for slaughter more people dzīs,
And even more stupid poetry poets Kal
And cries of themselves when they are Rogue and frost.


***

green youth, hopes flourished
The blood had hot, the air was a time
And the whole world is so magnificent so nice
And the future bright as the sun face.

Time passed, hopes were lost in the smoke,
All died in the past had an expensive and holy;
Well divine images so pale, so gloomy,
And DIDZIS nothing of faith sown.

And thirst of knowledge remained empty
And the end of all that had beautiful and holy,
The heart was filled with pain, fatal blood;
But in the past have already borne the pain.

And now I despise the things of the world
Because I see that all just a nightmare and cake.
Fortunately, the accident breasts are hard,
I just do not care whether grief or joy.

***

swans white clouds go
I would like them to run away līdzia,
There in the distance, where the winter does not recognize,
Where roses bloom forever and nenovīst. -
Having in vain happiness you desire, the heart?
Throw away expectations once the dark tomb:
On the sunny valleys are separated mortal,
It should live in tears dūksnājā wet,
Where the cuffs and axes without knocking noise attenuation,
After baking, the food which is called slaves,
Summit of the strongest, weakest where the break
And blood and sweat on a daily basis where the flow.



***

Birch in autumn

Low adversity birch
Salta full of dew,
the traveler - tired, sulfur.

Trembling hand branch
so tired:
oh, a ring of green
ia left -

Oh, the green ring
Night Witch
with icy fingers
then took off.


Crying tired traveler
quietly,
Yellow to amber
tears.
***

Birch grove

As a white birch grove
wrong wind through green folksongs,
so illusioned by your loved ones
depths of the word fabulous.

Aijādami, žūžodami
branches bend, caress, winds,
Happy Sweet infancy
I tin of green yarn.
***

Birch

My homeland sacred birches
standing in a pale blue circles
and quietly thriving arms
Bless germinating grass. . .

Another flower soul easily
white clouds over St. John\'s
and the vernal pieauž long
the infinite sky.

But the birch trees and native fields
sends prayers to the clouds
and her soft networking,
laižamies waiting to land.

Go stooping plowman at the field,
old, gray-haired already, loss of limb power.
But his soul flower
singing in the ears and cheeks glauda. . .

Grove at the edge of th

letters and words
The black characters have names
The little song words,
To laugh you ever delicious
They will burn in the hearts flames
And through life you will warm
The friendship you have given me.
***

Dedication
You, as the lights and snow
How do you love days run!
You look rosy, and subtle -
Is no longer waking, no peace -
There is only love alone.

Flying high above the

evening
With longing, and tempted by the bur,
I\'ll wait until the end of their life;
Once again, one dieba is dead,
But I do not feel you have nowhere.

Deep evening comes, and can be seen
Throughout nature scenes full of peace,
And the grass wet top, and dark shadows
Already the green birch white forehead touches.

***

Since the first cocks
And bundles izdauzījām
With strong flails.

We are a loud percussive article -
The full noise we lived -
Well worth the doors open,
The wind blowing through the clones.

And rocking the old mesh,
To feel the world -
God golden grain case
The clouds poured.
***

Dangerous Summer

Time this summer will not pass the old tracks,
There will be grief flowers, honey bitter
To remote villages will not put the colt,
Jasmine and knotty May neuzziedēs.

Free day the sun will remove the darkness,
Midsummer night of pleasure does not come even asked,
And hand-twisted flower freshly-picked,
There will be a grim wilderness, behind every bush scared.

Wind fields over the red mist dzīs,
Besides fruit trees during fall,
Will be a burden, that is, and how Nava.

The very depth of the land will remain silent when asked,
In the transformed water sources
For wormwood is your betrayal.
/ 1939th /

***

Flag

Pūšat horn, skanat, calls for a wide range of light to pour into the sun!
Flag sarkanbaltisarkans winds atraisījies ran.
Ran around the fields, ran across the deck, is called will always in audible,
For the home to the houses to come out of the graves.
Harsh imagery fills the streets, fills the air Balam shadows,
And go dead and the living, where the flag is called strange.
Rise up, wavy, which fades in the sun firmament,
To see thee in the land ever surprise, after us.
Ran in front of thousands of battle, free yourself, free do it for us.
Thus, the sun the sun the people live in your life will be!

/ From the collection of poems \"Age and the lyre\" /


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