Knuts Skujenieks

1936 / Riga

Winter Evening

With both feet planted into the horizon
A red rider wanders
Visibly ages
Fades faster than a flower
Oh!
He doesn't know how to talk to people
Oh!
The horse does not recognise him
Oh!
Hearts
Seeing the rider
Slowly slowly tear

Translated by: Margita Gailītis. Latvian literature. Latvijas Literatūras centrs
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