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now a museum devoted to him and #MarieUnder, another previous writer-occupant sadly, and oddly, lacking any street named after her.

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View of the Viru Keskus in Laikmaa, Tallinn, with the Hämarik (Twilight) sculpture in the foreground.

View of the Viru Keskus in Laikmaa, Tallinn, with the Hämarik (Twilight) sculpture in the foreground.

Nighttime in Laikmaa, Tallinn, with a modern-art light sculpture in the foreground.

Nighttime in Laikmaa, Tallinn, with a modern-art light sculpture in the foreground.

Self-portrait of Ants Laikmaa, in the Enn Kunila art collection.

Self-portrait of Ants Laikmaa, in the Enn Kunila art collection.

Portrait of Marie Under by Ants Laikmaa.

Portrait of Marie Under by Ants Laikmaa.

#German-educated #MarieUnder he convinced to start translating/writing her poetry into/in #Estonian.
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« We Wait 

The splendour of our tree lies torn and scattered, 
The shade of death hangs over all the mattered. 

Dispersed and dispossessed, as restless rangers, 
We drift but past ourselves - our selves are strangers. 

Yet tense, in large-eyed hope, we gaze and wait.
Our cross is heavy but our backs are straight.

We know, whatever burdens wrench our shoulders : 
Life owes us justice ! and the knowledge smoulders.

A cry from soul to soul drowns scorn and spite : 
Bring, day of grace, thy liberating light !

Restore what we have lost, retrieve, retrieve
Our name, our face, the land for which we grieve.

Come, sacred day of hope, whose lightning flashes !
Thy children wait for thee in tears and ashes. 

We wait. We keep our faith. We stand unbowed. 
Thus life grows easier - thus death is proud. »

« We Wait The splendour of our tree lies torn and scattered, The shade of death hangs over all the mattered. Dispersed and dispossessed, as restless rangers, We drift but past ourselves - our selves are strangers. Yet tense, in large-eyed hope, we gaze and wait. Our cross is heavy but our backs are straight. We know, whatever burdens wrench our shoulders : Life owes us justice ! and the knowledge smoulders. A cry from soul to soul drowns scorn and spite : Bring, day of grace, thy liberating light ! Restore what we have lost, retrieve, retrieve Our name, our face, the land for which we grieve. Come, sacred day of hope, whose lightning flashes ! Thy children wait for thee in tears and ashes. We wait. We keep our faith. We stand unbowed. Thus life grows easier - thus death is proud. »

Marie Under, Ants Oras (trad.), « We Live », in Aleksis Rubulis, Baltic literature, Notre Dame / IN (USA) : University of Notre Dame Press, 1970, pp. 84-85.

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