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 /