Doris Kareva

I dreamed about the world.
That wild one,
it attempted to surround me, and to match
the shores of my imagination.
No,
I whispered, I’m in search of something else —
the unexpected,
endless as the universe —
a new,
refreshing, melted way of being.

Oh world, be bigger, please!
I asked.

And so it was;
the answer that was given
crushed me;
I was blinded by the light
and an explosion from the bottom of the world
broke up each layer of my hopes,
the hot transformed me
out of recognition.

Alone to soul and trembling, naked,
I woke up —
the stars were falling.

Reached out my hand, afraid and passionate.
And burst to laughter,
twigging to the dream
I had about the world —
the dream of love;
the dream.

I dræmt oda wirld.
Jun berserk ien
Hit tryd t’kaaankrø me, t’miet
Mie myndsie’s sjoarlyn.
Na,
I piestirt; Na, A’m siekin aniddir.
A’m siekin unfoarsien
Boondlis as da Joonievers –
Frush
Remakkin meldikstistins.

Ach, wirld, growe mær,
I axt’it.
An dat wis dat.
Da ansin’at I gott
Brukkit me,
Blindit me wie lyght
An a græt upstierin fæ da ert-stied
Brakkin ilka læjir o mie hop
an hæt riemed me
med me fremmit t’miesel.

Singilsowilt, an trimmlin, bærnækit
I waakint
- staarns wir faain.
I rekkit oot mie haand, færfil an aabir,
An brook oot laaghin,
myndin’po da drem
I wis hed o da wirld.
Da drem a luv.
A drem.