Reposteltavaksi

Yllätinpä itseni tekemästä puolen tunnin harjoitelman samasta teemasta. Kuten kuvasta näkyy, ei minusta ole lyyrikoksi eikä varsinkaan vierailla kielillä. Ei minusta ole kriitikoksikaan, edes itseni kriitikoksi. »It’s you I love, you, the night prevents me to see you by putting a gloomy wreath onto my head. How are the birds folding their wings, how are the waters tumbling under the rocks, how are the forests rising with winds and the rains stiffening to rock. It’s you I love, you, the night prevents me to see you. How is the space shouting to me, how are the stars screaming through my bean, how are the children crying on the global shores. And smoking stars above the seas. It’s you I love, you, your tender palm is moving like morning waters on the river.»

Parantelin aikaisempaa vähäsen: -- you, you I do love night presseth on my head a gloomy wreath for that I thee would not see how fold birds their wings how billow waters underneath rocks how arise woodlands along winds and rains from clouds petrify in stone you, you I do love night presseth on my head a gloomy wreath for that I thee would not see how's shouting to me the universe how're shrieking the stars through my temples how're crying the children on the shores of world and above oceans how hearts are smoking you, you I do love so's moving your hand softly like a boat on an early dawning river --