***[That which is] Poem by Doris Kareva

***[That which is]



That which is can be expressed
in another language,
that we forget at birth.

Sometimes a few words still come back -
for instance when walking on the beach
without a thought, without a care,
without a single penny...

The pebbles speak it, slowly,
but completely without accent.

Translated by Tiina Aleman

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Doris Kareva

Doris Kareva

Tallinn, Estland
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