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HENRIKA RINGBOM

PENTTI SAARITSA

HELENA SINERVO

EIRA STENBERG

ANNI SUMARI

ILPO TIIHONEN

SIRKKA TURKKA

MERJA VIROLAINEN

KJELL WESTÖ (ANDERS HED)

SIRKKA TURKKA (b. 1939) has written 14 books, both poetry and prose. She was awarded Finlandia Prize in 1987, Yleisradio’s (the equivalent of the BBC) Tanssiva Karhu (Dancing Bear) prize in 1994 and Eino Leino Prize in 2000. She has also worked as animal attendant and head stableman.
THE HOLINESS OF HUMILITY
 

The horse is yawning, his eyes crumple,
         small as peppers, the teeth
      expand, Attila's dominion.
   The sky enlightens, God smiles,
 the whole Mongolia, but not Novgorod,
     the home of the rose, and a granny jumps into a well,
 in a curve, swiftly, into a dry well
         full of dry leaves and snow. 
     It's not too bad sitting there. 
An accent starts a contrabass sequence, the Angel of Dusk,
the granny, a tenor vocalizes in the corner. 
       The building was put up by the Tzar and if 
the voice doesn't carry to every corner, heads will fall.
Lorin Maazel conducted with his face,
not baton, told everyone off, was not of 
        the record-making type, not a granny in the well. 
    Just sat there like Mongolia,
   Leningrad under the snow, frozen
 like a war horse's smile.


Blessed are the spiritually poor

I don't want to see Ignatio's blood

The horse is yawning, his eyes...

I'm standing on the roof, it's...

Wish for anything you want, anyt...

In winter a wolf ran cross

I found a rabbit´s paw in the yard

Alone, perplexed, an autumn flow...

The dog sleeps behind checkered...

They are all there

We drive the great night and thu...

And in the sky a dark cloud like...

I've grown thinner

The theory of relativity is a...

Autumn, the old horseman pissing

And the world stood on one leg...


 
From Tulin tumman metsän läpi, 1999. 
Translated by Sarka Hantula.