I lived from 1893-1942.
I was from Lithuania, and am in the European category.
My poetry
Upon a reed-pond in a meadow,
Like moonlit snow all pale and gleaming,
9 lines
Spring trickles into the meadows.
Only at dawn, small puffs of cold.
10 lines
Their heads together fused, professors scold at me:
He's capable – in certain things – but not too serious.
25 lines
Blue is all there is to see:
Earth, air and sky;
9 lines
With paws stuck upward, lies Berlin.
That silly idiot – the moon
33 lines
The meadows rush into your eyes.
The pinewoods turn your head.
15 lines
Warm smelling rain
In small silver drops
22 lines
At dawn they were shot in the field,
At dawn, when the sun was rising;
28 lines
The fence is quite dry, and the sprouting peony
With its little red beak through the flowerbed pecks.
30 lines
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