On the riverbank In deep grass Under the large shade of the willow Sleeps a white horse. The forefathers' silver scythes have rung out. The wooden carts have rattled away on the highways Like a June thunderstorm. The wells and the sagebrush have dried out. The fires of the night herdsmen have gone out. On the riverbank In deep grass Under the large shade of the willow Sleeps a white horse. Janina Degutyt?, translated by Marija Stankus-Saulaitis