Bread And Salt Poem by Janina Degutyte

Bread And Salt



Through a high gate, decorated
with wreaths and slogans...
Through a high gate
I enter
Like a guest
The dale,
Encompassed by woods, clouds, and flights of swans.
And I accept
With lips chapped by north winds
The black night and the white day
As bread and salt.

Translated by Marija Stankus-Saulaitis

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