— those little lights full of HOPE- We are all those little hearts full of LOVE- We are all in search of one big TRUTH- And having found it - we all become ONE --- © Dalia Lane

by Ліна Костенко Translated from Ukrainian by Dalia Lane Their villages were burned- Their horses ran away- They're going to exile- To such a distant land-- For children to remember- Their songs and their tales- Their women draw some letters- In the sand-- But wind, wind, wind! It's such a cruel wind! It's cutting their faces- Turning black-- They try to draw some words- From letters in the sand- But words ...

Under the sparkling sun- One year-dreams to savour- And to groan- One year to wake up- One year to calm down- And to get drowned in wrecks of foam- And to be thrown on sands of life- Again--- © Dalia Lane

At real things expression stops- For real things no poetry is needed- For real things there are no words— © Dalia Lane

Сквозь города и страны- Прижимаясь лбом- К глубинам окна- Как эхо ракушки- Я дышу только НАМИ- Я дышу океаном без дна— © Dalia Lane