By The Spring Poem by Salomeja Neris
By The Spring
Nettle-bed tulips line...
Who shall say no?
Willow and birch entwined
By the spring grow.
Apple-tree listening
In the warm dusk.
Pale sky, stars glistening,
Every breeze hushed.
Thus little sister gave
Solace to me...
You're not a swallow grey!
You're her, maybe?
Come from my land, maybe?
Once more, please, trill!
That spring, that apple-tree,
I see them still...
Translated by Peter Tempest
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