Man visada įdomu skaityti šios autorės kūrybą, kaskart joje atrandant kažką savito. Jau ir pamėgau ;)

Graži idėja taip įsijausti ir aprašyti lapo pavasarį ir rudenį:) Anglišką tekstą redagavau (verčiau) savaip, kad būtų išlaikyta gramatinė tvarka ir kiek įmanoma, autorės eilėraščio dvasia, gavosi poezija proza:

Story of the leaf

I was just a bud once —
Just a friend of spring.
Too overwhelmed with joy
To listen — what those lively crowns of trees murmur,
Which words of theirs the bird is singing.
Why ought to have so many meanings?
Why not! Just airily to swing,
Just swing and swing, and swing…
I always wished to carry off a wingless worm —
Like a bird to wander as far as I can.
When the sun was falling asleep on my face
On the laziest days of summer.

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I might turn into an autumn leaf,
Unfriendly one — rolled up in myself —
Fragile as well as crackly.
The frost will come. It will, for certain.
Oh, wind, how often you have teased me!
It seems that without any thinking —
That I might leave those links with branches,
And without any warning —
That I might yield myself to that white world,
In which unwritten —
How much I sought or wished!