Algimantas Mackus Poems

You ached for you own river:
to fold your clothes on the shore
and play with the water - naked.
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Now I draw one timeless hour aside
black Maria In coalmines they dig up coal
to bury their hair Maria Death walks there
stalking the men Maria Ordering them to rest
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Your dream was round and soft:
it will raise your body from space
so you will more perfectly dream
the taste of the orange.
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The voice of a continent prays for explorers
the voice of a continent cries out for adventure.
Round as water, salty as it is,
I raise the season of death to my lips.
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we will never find anything:
neither earth nor spring
written up in green letters.
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Green all green
as I want the green
to cover a fading pale
bathos of birch
in the coarse homespun
of a northern moon.
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The voice of a continent prays for explorers
the voice of a continent cries out for adventure.
Round as water, salty as it is,
I raise the season of death to my lips.
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Instead of the somber grace to live
understand what a mean joy dying is
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It's not to go to sleep we gather
in sleeping quarters,
or to pour a dream together we carry
sand in on our bodies.
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The one night I got to spend enjoying spring
would have to be the one I hit the dirt,
though the dew had turned green earlier,
much greener than anything that spring.
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