BALTIC MEETINGS - Baltic Writers Council
BALTIC MEETINGS - Baltic Writers Council
BALTIC MEETINGS - Baltic Writers Council
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a postal house, if it ever<br />
existed, in ruins,<br />
and this one bears a seal, one I don’t recognize:<br />
On it, you can see the symbol of an altar between two trees<br />
and clothed in several bell-shaped skirts of different lengths<br />
a woman who perhaps represents a priestess<br />
e sender of this letter is: “one whose breast is of violets,<br />
whose head is golden, a wreath in her hair”<br />
and the addressee: “one who knows what is proper, who lifts the hem from her ankles<br />
when she quietly takes her place in the circle of her disciples”<br />
is one, written in the same style, comes from someone who threw himself off a cliff<br />
but it is torn and the pieces don’t fit together. How shall it be delivered?<br />
is letter is written on such strange paper,<br />
it is as though it has been purified to tinder in the sand<br />
where the mailman died on duty. Where are his bones? ey can’t be found,<br />
but the letter is still there, or at least its fibers.<br />
I have sent it on, just yesterday<br />
although the sender has disappeared and the addressee is as yet unborn.<br />
Letters like these have been touched by many hands<br />
fingerprint beside fingerprint.<br />
One can see how they were worried by people who came in from<br />
the fields from the smithy the kitchen or the shed<br />
to be given to someone one imagined was more knowledgeable, and he in turn<br />
would know someone who was knowledgeable, and he in turn -<br />
Between the letters and them lay birth, death, fire, murder and seven lean years<br />
and seven fat years and seven times seven normal years.<br />
e rule is: You shouldn’t open other people’s mail, that’s bad manners.<br />
About these, one can say: You can’t open them, even if you wanted to<br />
and yet they exist, you hold them in your hand, you weigh them<br />
and what is written in them is about entirely different things, even if they still meant a lot to you<br />
because the sender was a complete stranger who was close to you.<br />
e same could be said about the addressee. He doesn’t know himself.<br />
10<br />
Translated by Margitt Lehbert