by Jüri Talvet
Oh those yellow butterflies in the garden
in Pärnu at the home of childhood, where summer
lasts twelve months a year!
One lighted on my palm, how bold.
We looked at it with curiosity, I, my
mother and my little daughter – all of us
light-footed, all of the same age,
witnessing with a single heart:
Look, the butterfly has a lion’s face!
(Trans. H. L. Hix)
Last updated September 19, 2011