Edward Mieželaitis Poems

Near a rotted old stump
Which the spring water washes
A n old helmet rusts, gaunt,
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My two feet are set on the globe of the Earth.
My two hands extend to the orb of the Sun.

So between the globe of the Earth
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Squeezed, like the words in sonnets, in its frame of banks,
obeying canons, flows the river's epic water,
like the events in ageless poems, like the mast
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What's the sky?
What are stars? Aren't they simply blue eyes?
What's the moon? Not an eyebrow bent like a bow?
Not your features which in my poem arise
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Have you seen a huge tree ride the wind in a storm?
Flinging all its green branches like wings to the skies,
Yet its breast in the fight with the wind holding firm,
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