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2 2 8 / Tõnu Õnnepalu
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My soul is ready for the journey,
coat drawn close and girdled as was the command.
For the carriage will not wait or stay long
in this station
before the long and difficult ascent
that may finally lead to the fearsome mountain,
onto the strange empty ridge where the Nameless One is waiting,
or perhaps to another valley, different from this one.
My soul is ready for the journey
but it does not know the way
for it leads through the soul’s own bare territory
and the day journeys are hidden behind the shadows of night.
My soul is ready for the journey
but yet it is afraid to go.
Could it not rest for a while
under the pavilion of your soul?
Does it not belong to the Possible
that it was allowed a moment of oblivion there?
Or is it really your soul that has asked for permission
to sit at the hearth whose fire does not warm me?
And is it not that when one finds rest for a while
and can loosen the girdle,
the other must keep guard and cannot have a share
of the shade and refreshment that it unknowingly offers?
My soul is ready for the journey
but where it is, it is alone,
and still it is night, the Moon lures, but does not show
under what tent’s cloth the shadows seem to move
and whose shadows they are.
Are they the others, the foreign travellers?
And is morning still far away.