***[The scalpel and the metronome] Poem by Doris Kareva

***[The scalpel and the metronome]



The scalpel and the metronome
on my father's piano
kept a silence between them,
when I was a child.

Only now, with time,
have I begun to hear,
understand
their strange stories.

They delicately carve time.

Translated by Tiina Aleman

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Doris Kareva

Doris Kareva

Tallinn, Estland
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