ROBERT KELLY, LITHUANIAN ELEGY (for Jonas Mekas)
Mist mist my beauty lost
I hear an old man talking
We must be woods
Wise women tied ribbons to branches
The wind knows how to read
So much water in this little river
Don't lose the old religion Moon
We are strong because we need(...)
I have taught my daughter the names of trees
touch no one till the sun goes down
You saw a man bleeding on the river bank
we wash and wash and never come clean
We know each other by the way we walk
red ribbons like strips of meat in the rain.
