Bernard Kangro

Sorrowful lion

Poetry

On my font, which is hewn from a gray and massive

Block of rough granite,

Is a trammelled lion enclosed between symbols.

 

Year after year in the North´s frozen forests

I roam, and my vision is keen,

And my footsteps are bold.

 

But there in the dusk of the walls and imprisoned

In stone is the lion,

And above him a dry tree´s tangle of branches.

 

He has long been a captive of

Frigid granite.

Course down over his heavy

Pads, now grown palsied

From far expeditions to the South´s giant sunlands.

Translated from the Estonian by W. K. Matthews

First appeared in Earthbound. Selected Poems of Bernard Kangro


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