***[When I write] Poem by Doris Kareva
***[When I write]
When I write
I shepherd unheeding words
on the nigh impossible slope
of the pass of silence.
When I write
I practise mastery of shadows
with cool wrist and rapier
on the verge of final darkness.
When I write
I write an utterly forbidding language;
my ultimate feast is to fast,
the very unearthing of heaven.
Translated from Estonian by Miriam McIlfatrick-Ksenofontov
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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