Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | May 2, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Rustling of the Hair-Grass

by Jurgis Baltrušaitis (1873 – 1944) .

 

The Rustling of the Hair-Grass

 

Greet the tender grass-blades by your path, and listen

While the clay-sprung grass that’s fine as hair will whisper,

Whisper to your heart, which seems so hard of hearing,

“You and I, to time eternity, are equal…”

 

For Almighty Father God has so arranged that,                                   5

Since you both accepted as your destination

Modest earth, you’re halves of an equation: riddles

Both: in bloom and ashes, comparable miracles…

 

Catch this living knowledge, let your eyes be opened,

And from then on you will draw your dwindling moment             10

From forever – and not have to split the empire

Of the world to muddy earth and starry heaven…

 

(Transl. by Theodore Melnechuk)

 

Notes:

http://www.academic.marist.edu/nork/jurgis.htm

http://www.lituanus.org/1974/74_1_01.htm


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