Three Poems by Jüri Talvet
ALL MAY YET BE WELLSo days and weeks pass, even decades,long enough that we hope for relief.Misfortune grows smooth turf on its backand withdraws into its deep den.(And you look no older —your teeth are strong shoots of young reed!)As always, all the people know to talk aboutis the miserable shadow of the king,who lost between graves looks for a…