the future if you look at -
Everything is in the last year.
Grandmother told me:
\'\' God is not a small child. \'\'

He stands there in the future,
He sees that the spikes in the ear.
He also sees
I am here as a little wart.

What sarūsēs to Rus -
everything going and flowing.
Where he stands,
There will be a new star.

/ Imants Ziedonis /

weak root is estimated by
And God said to me, thank you.

I bent Maris stood up,
And God said to me, thank you.

I scratch moss mushrooms,
And God said to me, thank you.

I am a bird\'s nest I appointed,
And God said to me, thank you.

And then I room discounts
And looked up into a joyous,
And God said - thank you.

/ Andrejs Eglitis /

Rejoice!

Rejoice, your dishes are finite,
Your bread is neapēdama,
Your trouble is neizraudama,
Rejoice!

Rejoice, you\'ve got the sun on the right shoulder,
Darkness on the left,
Stars swing lashes,
Rejoice!

Be amazed with the black in spite of,
Enjoy free white,
Thy palace can be dismantled only by God.

Rejoice!

/ Anna Rancane /

And while a small, brown calf
Through the end of a brown cow,
You can also manage
Something else to make.

No hope, then a vase
Spraust full flower stalks
Is this a full evening
The words speak.

Or fill in this family,
The fence and the house,
The people and the land
With something true.

When the evening gold stars
As an artist, throw ink -
You can also do
Something from a novel.

/ Imants Ziedonis /

dream dream little goblin and I\'d come to me again tiepties start - it makes up to me and so and so - one coal in the dead of night, one morning in the coal glow. - Give. But tell me - from what? - Be a poet - you shall make from scratch. Please, and then build it yet, so this morning off to a fairy comes to life we ​​have trees staltumā to us life is given by the white, so we noreibtu of sweetness. . . I ask again - but from whom? - Be a poet - you shall make from scratch. - It takes a night-black coal, coal aizkvēl mornings blush, go spruce staltumā musicians, musicians falling down the white bird-cherry, you noreibis of sweetness. . . Where is the goblin? Well, how can that be. . . Everything should start from the end. From scratch. / The German Ojars /

Tale

- The Hill mine, -
The pleasure comes and says,
By the middle vērmeļceriem
And suddenly lost the trail.
I handed one day,
Trey, trejdeviņas. . .
As a grass snake golden sword
Cast shines in the fight.
After - green copper ring,
Once given the love,
But the next day -
Scythe stainless.
This sword will be the giants,
What comes to light to fight;
But confidence in the ring
Forever beyond the sun.
As the old man
Scythe in the hands of Snake.

/ Skaidrite Kaldupe /

I am asking people:
- Where? And what will be the beginning of your happiness?
- My - Locator pleasure
Joy - the other is given below! -
Break Lyme vērmeļcerus:
- Dig! Even mine! Another mine!

bird of happiness Oh, the old, good childhood stories, Where the bird of happiness dwells in deep woods! Behind the year - how many home safe and promised - and you catch it tomorrow. If successful, then just not let go, then hold off, as far as strength is, as often happens - daily life scale with foreign arms are separated by a page. Then - hold hard! And wakes up in an old tale, And the bird of happiness can believe in hand, with the song when he settles on his shoulder, And thy whisper in my face with regard to: - Jel hold hard!. . . - I understand, I hear. / Harry Heisler /

Winds window ale,
But a moment later in the same self-Comm -
How little power, but what is still a long way to go.
This inviting blue of the mountains bends
Where a new day cock like a fire. . .
I will keep!
If you need to - my hands
Will have all the Earth\'s gravitational pull!

You\'re safe, and I am sure
The rest is retiring.
All the rest of the life of this
It goes off like a cloud.

You are. I am. Everything else
As the couple leaves from the trees.
The rest - it is temporary.
Only you are safe and I am safe.

/ Imants Ziedonis /

Be smallest
Its size,
\'d Be the greatest
Its decrease.

Be the lowest
At its height,
\'d Highest
In his zemumā.

/ Andrew Eglitis /

Latvian Elegy

Mother of God-mill grinding, the father has long cul God\'s barn -
Why are my eyes and Arāja aizdarījās?

Ironed old thalers, crane feathers colt herd
Sad to roam free rider in the field, hunting and war.

Rose deķi not he covered while sleeping in a mountain rider.
Psaltery, ax, flails, spinning wheel and my songs are silent.

Here at Pine and I weep at Fight Night snaužu.
I Corncrake day mill, at night I sags oatmeal.

What is woven into the sags? In the past, gold needles tissue.
We are happy to āśraya interwoven, sudrabbiķeri by crying.

Riga, traders say,\'\' sags woven nimble hands,
But how dark the needle pattern is made of black yarn!\'\'

/ Eric Adamsons /

Zeltotā romance

Sat with lowered spārngaliem Dore, which was built in oak,
Waxy lump bee crying āśraya of honey and gold:

\'\' Died Latvian bee god - the bar without gādnieka are,
Strange gods from siltzemēm sad victims bear. \'\'

Do not cry, bite, leaving you time to bland zeltšūnu home.
FLIES OVER red poppies, white apple allows the legs!

Bite of the rain you ran away quickly beneath the oak green.
Come back quietly in the garden: the sun every flower has opened.

Spārngali fragile nenodils you - go blossoms safe and snacks
Surrounding you wearing a black velvet shoes from zeltota wax.

Draveniek\'\',\'\' - spinning wheel as a bee drones, -\'\' I want to forget about work:
Eljes of perfumed ievziediem will collect zeltotā Tarbes. \'\'

/ Eric Adamsons /

Epicureans poet\'s romance

Grain farmer knows how to sow,
The cloud shining race;
Harons even softer sown
Snow, stone pine ran.
However, the Purest begins
Kipariss idyll of small
Waxy board cut,
To dream and to press the grapes.

Dreams in life we ​​run
Similarly, butterflies in the snow.
But do both because my friend,
The dream is doubly nice?
We need to dream more,
Life even more than sleep -
Just when will the division of hair,
Dreams of rose petals and marigold IRS.

Is not it nice to truth \'
Red wine to drink slowly,
Dark brown leaves happy
Hair and tunic present?
Tulips spirit apbreibis go,
Pigeons seem as boys,
Silver daffodils thrive
Far away snowy field.

Melodies echo gives
Feasts chipped dishes;
Small pelnurnu ever
Let\'s leave the future more.
Jasmine finds a ray of sunshine,
Kiss his nice moments we -
Poetry and love, we feel
Games go hand in hand.

Leather and soft yellow
Ready for the kid leather,
Muse will soon spalvkātu,
Pleasantly say these words:
- Jumping jack, you rhyme time
Apple flowers are already showing.
Hurry, while still in The nice
Quickly wilt laurels, my friend!

/ Eric Adamsons /

poet\'s elegy

Having my years as the slow time
More will be applied to the stands for a digit?
Rus grandmother\'s needles,
And white mice DZĪPARI.
Since my mouse track portion,
Ruse and fine hair.
Green needles, but I will crown
To the grave, not to the head.

How gently bārsta Melderis
Light meal through your fingers!
More gently as a gardener in winter tin
Rožkrūmus warm clothes.
But the kiss has the least stringent,
After they complete\'m longing.
They do not come true, so go
I want to leave under the bent.

Once told me a miner:
\'\' A lot of country roots,\'\' ore.
But kapnieks answered sad:
\'\' Even more land Trud,
And love the land, who wants to rest -
As ashes, worms, bones,
Surely all that life is good
Gardener crave the sun. \'\'

And the earth conceals deep maybe
Even some Cretan dish -
At neatraktiem treasures
I shall have a nice funeral.
Give land rāvūdeni drink
Eat a bushel of good bread.
Because to me carefully
As the cradle of the child will be kept.

And I gripped the turf
How expensive loaf of bread
Mole and prayed:\'\' bed takes
With you I am weak!\'\'
But the mole is responsible serene and quiet
And a land crawling in a cave:
\'\' So then to me, buddy, come to light,
When the work and love all!\'\'

/ Eric Adamsons /