***[A seaside house] Poem by Doris Kareva

***[A seaside house]



A seaside house
always feels like it is a ship,
just landed.

Every night it goes wandering
across endless oceans,
eras, expanses.

Around it drift the stars,
in its heart weeps the hearth,
that no one kindles.

As a dog yearns for his master,
so a house by the sea
waits for its captain.

Translated by Tiina Aleman

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Doris Kareva

Doris Kareva

Tallinn, Estland
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