Do sol em falta
I am the sleepy queen bee
of a honeycomb universe
sleeping alone
in my beehive bed
in the silence of a dark winter
I feel the restless lines in the palm of this world
I have crawled through its every black hole
spring comes
I give birth to a thousand young ones
drunk from my andromeda milk
they totter out of the hive
to swing on the opening buds of galaxies
and roll the dust of light
into the hot coal
of the night sky
Kristiina Ehin
Publicado em 17 de Janeiro de 2007