Dragonflies from prehistoric mists,
flying around long before the ice ages, above shallow water
in the shade of gigantic trees – their clear blue wings fluttering,
growing deeper, slower, rays still shining on them -
such fragile wings, a thousand years old,
vibrating, like rainbow drops,
in the primeval wind – there were no birds is yet,
just the shade of branches, ferns rustling, just, dug in above
the lush coal swamp, flight till then, intoxicating,
lasting but a moment.
(Poem translated from the Lithuanian by Viktoria Skupskelis and Stuart Friebert Literary Review, Fall, 1993)
Thanks, Tammie! xoxo
i miss you!
no package yet...
life has been crazy full with the rituals and celebrations of graduation.
ahhhhh now we are embracing summer!
you are firmly in my heart.
A beautiful dragonfly poem!
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