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Triin Soomets
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dirt from the streets under my nails dirt from the streets under my lids dirt from the streets under my tongue dirt from the streets under my skin glittering dirt from the streets the only thing that is worth to be called mine * these cities where you have loved they are similar somehow wherever around the world they have the same streetcorners they reflect the same river there are the same clouds flowing in some way they are similar all these are your hometowns * what are you writing about asked a Palestinian poet about love I answered there is nothing else than love a Palestinian poet agreed yes really there is nothing else when he read his poem in Arabic tears run down his cheeks sentimental, I thought then the same poem was read in English, it talked about his family, that they were killed in front of his eyes – his parents his brothers and sisters and wife and that there is nothing else there is nothing else than love |
Triin Soomets (1969) is an Estonian poet and prose writer. She arrived on the Estonian poetry scene in the famous collection of female authors Luulekassett '90, published in 1990, featuring her book of poems Sinine linn. Soomets has published more than ten books of poetry. |
