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A poetry/a-butterfly-breaking-free.md
A poetry/oh-that-you-would-keep-losing-your-way.md
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Doris Kareva

Igast lõpuni mõeldud mõttest  
saab liblikas; vabanemine. 

Nagu laine lööb kevad. 

See torm,
mida hingad, üleni süda. 

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Every thought thought to its end  
is a butterfly breaking free,

a spring wave cresting,

a storm you breathe in,
wholeheartedly. 


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Artur Alliksaar

Olen määratusuur mets.  
Kas sa leiad mus mõne raja?  
Kui leiad, siis on see kaotuseks meile mõlemale.  
Iga rada viiks minust välja.  
Oh, et sa mus ikka eksiksid!  
Siis kuuleksin endas igavesti su salajasi samme,  
ja lakkamata toidaksin ma sind meeleheitliku lootusega  
ja igatsuse meeletu iluga.  
Meelsasti lasen kinni kasvada mind läbistavatel radadel.

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I am an infinitely vast forest  
Can you find any paths in me?  
If you do, it bodes ill for us both.  
Every path would lead out of me.  
Oh, that you would keep losing your way!  
Then I would always hear your secret steps within me,  
forever feed you with desperate hope  
and the wild beauty of longing.  
I willingly let all my paths grow over.