(Sherbrooke Forest, by Fred Williams (1927-1982))

Burning Coals

(by Aspazija (1865-1943), my translation)

How we went then! How we ran then! Just like flames, Carried by the wind!

Our whole soul Full of intentions Full of fresh Springful new notions!

How we ran then, How we went then: The streets paving Burned under our feet.

Nightly below our heads Coals were burning Red glowing embers Covered even our dreams.

Burning coals Affected our fingers All we touched Turned to sparklings.

(for the Latvian original …)

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