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Raised in the countryside, in the city I fell in love with its lights,

Though the signs, languages, and sounds masked fright.

For example, the letters “Capri” in the nighttime sky–

Could easily devour it

With their loudness

And split that sky, which was one, into two.

Whether these letters advertised

Pigeon delicacies or nail polish,

I drew from their lights

As if from wells with a rustic clay pitcher.

These lights, these sounds offer me a new gospel,

But closing my eyes I see: the light falling from milky apples,

And in my blood pigeons

Like grandmother’s tea kettle coo.

(From Linards Tauns’ poem “Plīvošana ar pilsētu” [“Streaming with the City”] from his book Mūžīgais mākonis [“Endless Cloud”], 1958. Tr. RL)