The sparks from your firesmoky eyes
kept the room warm for hours,
days, weeks, and months.
I recognized that feeling: the glow.
I recognized that feeling.
Although
it happened in another time, another film.
When you photographed the paradise trees
and I talked with the birds.
Neither of us tasted anything there,
did we?
Translation of “Need sädemed Su tulesuitsusilmis.” Copyright Doris Kareva. Translation copyright 2007 by Tiina Aleman. All rights reserved.