***[Blazing, unmoving sun] Poem by Doris Kareva
***[Blazing, unmoving sun]
Blazing, unmoving sun
over the isle of death,
the white stone house of Time.
They say it´s where
eternal treasure dwells,
and if they say it,
it must be true.
On the table is a jug,
next to it a glass.
Whoever drinks from it forgets
their name and
loses their shape,
transforms into a grain of sand on the ground
on the blinding beach of the isle of death.
Translated by Tiina Aleman
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