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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)

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
 

And in the sky a dark cloud like a slim youth
who is intending to marry,
otherwise too, the cloud is being pulled the way a tooth
grows crooked.
My God, how we drove, along the way
relatives hummed like empty shells,
foam spattered from the stars, the sky the like of
a bottle's bottom, only one sheaf of wheat
the size of a field, whistles by.
We drove to the Great Boar's house
we were in a hurry: Doctor, Doctor,
the Hare is sick.
The Boar's house was full of horrid coal fumes,
he pushed his wife against the wall,
one whirl but two shadows.
That is why his thighs fell apart, spread out
in the pattern of a cosmic toad.
Her pain rose to the heavens, made
sedan chairs and poles tremble, put out the light of stars.
Next to that pain, my God, your speech
is only a feather, soiled.


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 Tule takaisin, pikku Sheba (Come back, little Sheba), 1986. 
Translated by Seija Paddon.