Lithuania

Poem By Algimantas Mackus

Soon, I will be no more,
soon, I will go to sleep:
My country is winter,
my country is midnight,

only in the palm of my country
while the moon is shining,
a snowy fruit tree shimmers.

II

My country is winter,
my country is midnight,
a lonely voice
in the age of lost homelands,

only in my country's unsowed fields,
awaiting sleep,
echo the trailing bells of sleighs...

I will be no more - but not yet
I will turn deaf - but not yet.

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