TOMAS MIKAEL BÄCK
KJELL WESTÖ (ANDERS HED)
MERJA VIROLAINEN (b. 1962) has published four collections of poems, Hellyyttäsi taitat gardenian (Because of Your Tenderness You Break a Gardenia, 1990), Tervapeili (Tar Mirror, 1995), Pilvet peittävät sisäänsä pilvet (Clouds Encompass Clouds, 2000) and Olen tyttö, ihanaa! (I'm a Girl, Wonderful!, 2004). She has also written a book about shamanism and witchcraft and a play called Täyttymyskomedia (Fulfilment Comedy, 1993). Virolainen has also worked as translator, translating Keats, Shelley, Dickinson and Indian modern poetry among others.
|THE ROUGH FRICTION OF OPPOSITES
What´s the use of prolonging, dwelling
What’s the use of prolonging, dwelling
behind the darkening net curtain,
of gazing at a mirage on a face,
when crippled spring drags its trawl
through the blocks where singles live:
booze diesels in the brain,
the fan fillets smoke,
and in the nest of the booth in the rear
an old comedienne caws.
The first whiff of your scent
told me there would be pain.
When you burnt your finger,
my hand smarted.
But the grace period’s over,
it is time, at last, for that to end
which once was eternal:
the lighter flares, strips
the mirage off the face,
I pound on the game, destroy
one more alien craft.
Bottles clink, glasses break
What´s the use of prolonging,...
You put out my heart, like a cig...
That pimply-faced Narcissus
Friend, against my will
This parting of ours, how many...
Quietly sighing like sand
I close my eyes and open again
Oh back, shimmery parchment
This time next year
No, he didn't grow yet
Afterwards everyone leaves
Say, my sagacity, goodbye
I am the last poem
There are no neon lights in Hels...
By speaking from close by
Nothing has been
When a curlew cries
Mother's scent is powder
Grandma, your tissue-paper face...
Autumnal night pauses as I pause