Over there
in foreign lands
nothing but vanity
there isn't anything
said
the widely travelled one
looking into the distance
•
Friends with the trees
friends with oneself
•
It peers
from the forest
from the chink in the door
the autumn crocus
•
The vital thread tensed
the tone sweet
breaks, suddenly
•
Drew out
the aching wisdom
lived happy
•
Ill-matched pieces
of body
gathered
to soul
•
Each dawn
a warning
until he believed
plunged downhill
•
What I fled
came back
had to seek
other ways
unfamiliar laid out by stones
towards new land
•
With quiet mind
silent around eye and lips
my day of shadows
my lost faithful life
•
Her gaze
the chill at her wrist
•
You who cure sorrow
cure joy
give windless bay
empty shores
•
Join dreams together
to a single reality
a longing
•
Where did you leave me
where did you hide me
even before you went away from me
in the days of early spring?
I left you
because you did not exist
neither in the spring's, nor in the autumn's
changing days
only when the day
was at its fairest
• • •
translated from Finland-Swedish by David McDuff
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