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JUHANI AHVENJÄRVI

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EVA-STINA BYGGMÄSTAR

TOMAS MIKAEL BÄCK

AGNETA ENCKELL

MARTIN ENCKELL

TUA FORSSTRÖM

PENTTI HOLAPPA

JOUNI INKALA

RIINA KATAJAVUORI

JYRKI KIISKINEN

TOMI KONTIO

JUKKA KOSKELAINEN

LEEVI LEHTO

HEIDI LIEHU

RAKEL LIEHU

LAURI OTONKOSKI

MARKKU PAASONEN

ANNUKKA PEURA

MIRKKA REKOLA

HENRIKA RINGBOM

PENTTI SAARITSA

HELENA SINERVO

EIRA STENBERG

ANNI SUMARI

ILPO TIIHONEN

SIRKKA TURKKA

MERJA VIROLAINEN

KJELL WESTÖ (ANDERS HED)

LEEVI LEHTO (b. 1951) has published five collections of poems, Muuttunut tuuli (Changed Wind, 1967), Rakkauden puheesta (Of Speech of Love, 1969), Ihan toinen iankaikkisuus (Quite Another Eternity, 1991), Kielletyt leikit (Forbidden Games, 1994) and Ääninen (1997). He also has published the novel Janajevin unet (Yanayev’s Dreams, 1992) and worked as translator, translating John Ashbery’s Flow Chart (Vuokaavio, 1994) among others.
More information, poems, essays and interviews on Leevi lehto’s home page http://www.leevilehto.net/
THE WILD EXPERIMENTALIST
Maybe Is Her Name 

Maybe she wanted to decide on her name herself. 
Maybe the pronouns had run out. 
Maybe we didn’t exist yet. 
Maybe we asked our knees for advice. 
Maybe they answered. 
Maybe maybe on the other hand the train moves backwards,
maybe we think otherwise. 

Maybe she never arrived after all. 
Maybe the departed are unborn. 
Maybe the city has been stippled in the night, fast,
maybe the colors and the lights inhabit the block opposite, 
maybe the rent is unreasonable. 
Maybe we have no way of knowing,
maybe she had just forgotten her name. 

Maybe the name started to carry meaning when she stopped believing in her destiny,
maybe not quite the same way as she had stopped believing in Santa Claus. 
Maybe she has been blessed with the charisma of ventriloquism.
maybe life, on the other hand, exists elsewhere.
Maybe the human being's name is the surname and the surname the grave,
maybe that is where the fireworks are lit. 
Maybe it will rain tomorrow. 

Maybe is the answer to the questions posed by the windows. 
Maybe you won't call after all. 
Maybe I had remembered something. 
Maybe you mean one another to each other,
maybe the time does not signify. 
Maybe neither do we.
Maybe we are we and maybe there's no end to this.


You (I)

Books and People

Words Come at Night

Sketch

Maybe Is Her Name

1. An empty screen

30. You, who are the walker in...

35. The sky's freezing puddles

42. you

45. A sliced guitar

46. From the temple of pain

66. I turn out the lights


 
From Kielletyt leikit (Forbidden Games), 1994. 
Translated by Sarka Hantula.