Jurgis Baltrušaitis Poems
- The Surf The day's wild ocean sings and thunders, And beats ...
- Camomile Camomile, you mite of whiteness, To refresh the ...
- The Bell Loudly and sadly, one stroke on another, Sang the ...
- Testament Of Grief When pain assails your heart to tear ...
- Seeing Off A Stork The sun's hanging low in the sky, All the...
- Red Sound Transfiguration's light descends Upon the fleeting...
- The Rustling Of Hair-Grass Greet the tender grassblades by ...
a Lithuanian Symbolist poet and translator, who wrote his works in Lithuanian and Russian. In addition to his important contributions to Lithuanian literature, he was noted as a political activist and diplomat. Himself one of the foremost exponents of iconology, he was the father of art historian and critic Jurgis Baltrušaitis Jr.
Baltrušaitis was born to a family of farmers in Paantvardys village near Jurbarkas, which was then under Imperial Russian rule. In 1885, he entered Kaunas gymnasium, and graduated in 1893; he then entered the Faculty of Physical and Mathematical Sciences at Moscow University. At the same time, he attended lectures in the Faculty of ... more »
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The day's wild ocean sings and thunders,
And beats against the fatal shore,
This breaker with dumb sorrow sunders,
And these like laughing victors roar,
Their sheen – one joy of vernal wonders,
Their sheen – vast winter's shining hoar.
In wrath triumphant forward swinging,
The lifted billow calls and fails,
A joyous giant shouting, singing,
Its voice the voice of sounding gales,
Its glory in the sunlight flinging,
Whose noonday glow it holds and hails.
Across the sea, now lightly foaming,
Another rears, that stirs the deep,
And floods the shore...