LITHUANIAN QUARTERLY JOURNAL OF ARTS AND SCIENCES
Volume 10, No.2 - Summer 1964
Editor of this issue: Thomas Remeikis
Copyright © 1964 LITUANUS Foundation, Inc.
How empty, how dismal, facing four
To nurture clear thought for a crafty - faced world
Which expels from recall, like a cursed day laborer,
Your songs — your sacrifice structured for echoing.
O beloved room, kingdom of rot!
In every corner, flowers — mould's sketches ...
Fragile etchings speckled with rusted nails —
Damp's tender song — rust for the dewy blossom.
Glance low — in quasi
Rot's plenum — a spider repairs his cobweb;
He has gnawed small boots, gnashed multicolored socks;
Wider, he stretches his jaws till they snap.
Observe, do not shudder, a brick's
Stamped with a grin — with dewdappled lichen;
Everywhere scurry our tenants, the centipedes,
Their bare backs pushing up through the crevices.
Behold on the ceiling, on pale yellow
Like a child's toys, move squadrons of rot,
Bejeweled, painted with lightwaves;
There dry the dustmotes, stricken by millions.
From ceiling down corners, their kin
Garbed more glinting and steel - flecked
Swarm to attack my breast's hot heaving
And silence it with their clamor.
You, small gray mouse, my partner in
My consolation when the soul ravenges the visage,
Musty - coated, you explore my possessions
And share of my crust, for this corner is ours.
On three square levels, we gnaw, we
sing, we prepare
With lichen - thick garlands the feast for our country;
Since dust we'll become, like dust we heave — But,
Fatherland, yours be eternity's laurels.
Such greenness, such joy surge over
Deluged with springborn blossoms!
Agonies — lightened with the kindling of colors,
Vigor — fired with the victory on hilltops.
Hands though gnarled and backs bent
There's a health seeks labor like prayer.
A greeting — rumor of God — to the earth,
And gratitude — love's consummation.
Hills, valleys — flowered
There, the Lord's face, bread, abundance,
There, deep glances fathom the flatlands,
There, still thoughts glow through despondence.
Rivulets, rivers, lakes and bogpits,
Sparkle with sunbeams and move.
So all things comfort man and accompany him,
And earth spins on along cosmic grooves.