Arrow In The Sky

I am an arrow that a child shot through
An apple tree in bloom beside the sea;
A cloud of apple blossoms, like a swan,
Has shimmered down and landed on a wave;
The child is wondering, he cannot tell
The blossoms from the foam

I am an arrow that a hunter shot
To hit an eagle that was flying by
For all his strength and youth, he missed the bird,
Wounding instead the old enormous sun
And flooding all the twilight in blood;
And now the day has died

I am an arrow that was shot at night
By a crazed solider from a fort besieged
To plead for help from mighty heaven, but
Not having spotted God, the arrow still
Wanders among the frigid constellations,
Not daring to return.

By Henrikas Radauskas

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