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Your Soul
Poem by  Jurgis Blekaitis 
( Lithuania  1917 - 1997 )


Reading by Hideo Yokokawa

 

When you died,
for several days the very depth of my eyes
was haunted by a dove,
white, restless, easily frightened.
No sooner did I catch a glimpse of it,
than it took wing, fluttered away,
and disappeared into the grayish twilight.
But my heart knew: It's you. Your soul.

And it was good - that sad yet radiant knowledge.
Autumn can be at times like that:
the quiet light, transformed to wisdom,
holds up to earth a sky wide open,
just like a mirror. And you can see the most minute bud of emotion, quivering in your soul.
All is so clear it hurts:
the sky, the earth
and you yourself, lost in between,
yes, even death.

What you were I know and never shall forget:
A dove. White, easily frightened.

 

 

 

 

 


 

 


A Soul
by Hideo Yokokawa
in memory of Jurgis Blekaitis

So beautiful!
Too sad.