- published: 06 May 2014
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Lithuanian culture, along with Latvian, is among the oldest surviving Indo-European cultures. Much of its symbolism (an example is the pērkonkrusts or thunder cross) is ancient. Its seasons, festivals, and numerous deities reflect the essential agrarian nature of Latvian tribal life. These seasons and festivals are still noted, if not also celebrated today—for example, Jāņi is a national holiday.
The legacy of Latvian mythology is also seen in contemporary Christian holidays. Christmas is called Ziemassvētki. Not only is Easter called Lieldienas, but the pussy willow has supplanted the palm frond in Christian symbolism. Palm Sunday is Pūpolsvētdiena, literally, Pussy Willow Sunday, and little children are awoken that morning by the ritualistic swats of a willow branch and the exclamation, "Apaļš kā pūpols, apaļš kā pūpols, apaļš kā pūpols!" ("Round like (the catkins of) a pussy willow!") Also used "Apaļš kā pūpols, vesels kā pūpols!" - " Round like Pussy willow, healthy like Pussy Willow!" That way giving a blessing of good health for the year coming until Next Pussy Willow Sunday.
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Oh these tattered
imaginary wings
Want to make them real
real
Oh these many
useless coverings
Want to make throw away
away
You are the shelter in the winter rain
You are the child underneath the pain
You are
Feeling heavy
you won’t let it down
It’s not their not
their
Sparrow falling
until she’s on the ground
Your not alone
alone
You are the caged one who is finally free
You are the oasis in the desert heat
You are the shelter in the winter rain
You are the child underneath the pain
You hold the answer though you can’t explain
What you are to me