Gustav Suits (November 30, 1883 – May 23, 1956) was an Estonian poet.
MY ISLAND
Gustav Suits
Still I keep sailing and sailing,
And seeking an isle in the sea:
I have sought it long already
Where the random winds sail free.
The sea has many islands
And havens expectant with light,
But I cannot find the island
I dreamed in the dazzled night.
And still my vessel keeps scudding
On a swaying circular plain,
And the clouds above me go swaying,
And I seek my island in vain.
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RINGED MOON
Gustav Suits
Moonlight falls distant and dry,
Frosting the snowfields in lustre;
Trees shudder darkly and sigh,
And, to win warmth, seem to cluster
Where the dog howls to the sky.
Life has locked and barred her portals
On the death-skis of immortals.
Moonlight falls distant and dry,
Silvering the homesteads to sadness;
Trees shudder darkly and sigh;
Cares of the world and its madness
Rise with the howls to the sky.
Life has locked and barred her portals
On the death-skis of immortals.
Moonlight falls distant and dry;
Ice-blinded window-panes glisten;
Trees shudder darkly and sigh.
Why do you strain so to listen
When the dog howls to the sky?
Life has locked and barred her portals
On the death-skis of immortals.