Someone Calls You
Someone calls you, when clouds thicken with rain, Against dark blue skies when like a forge The hanging tongue of the crazed bull glows; Someone calls, he is unknowable, he plays A thousand melodies, blows a thousand pipes, On the pebbles of a thousand paths you create the impression Of his palm; he calls, bees hum in the hive, The horizon throbs, the screech-owl wails in the hollow, and a black Scarf is fluttered along the forest’s edge by the wind; He doesn't stop inviting, you lift the lantern and go Along the edge of the house, through garden, over field, opposite forest Like a scary secret, and the dogs of god bark… The lantern casts a broad beam, calls, calls in guttering droplets. And every drop that falls over you Is like a spherical mirror, in which you are discernible.
— translated from the Latvian by Inara Cedrins