Pines & Palms

Photo: Anna Iltnere, Beach Books

Ascend

I look up, and there they are. Palm trees of the northern seas – the pines. Ascending straight towards the sun. No compromises, just a confident backbone, bleeding resin like honey, later made into ambers by the furious sea. Palms of my land, palms of my hand.

“I shall throw myself on a bank by the river and watch the fish slip in and out among the reeds. The palms of my hands will be printed with pine-needles.”

Virginia Woolf “The Waves”, 1931

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Atmetu galvu – priedes. Ziemeļu jūru palmas. Koks, kas aug pretim saulei bez kompromisiem. Siltais mugurkauls sulo medainus sveķus. Jūra tos noviļās dzintara gabalos. Mana krasta palmas. Manas plaukstas.

“Es nometīšos krastā pie upes un vērošu zivi slīdam starp niedrēm. Manās plaukstās priežu skujas atstās iespiedumus.”

Virdžīnija Vulfa “Viļņi”, 1931

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