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JUHANI AHVENJÄRVI

CLAES ANDERSSON

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)

HELENA SINERVO (s. 1961) published her first collection of poems, Lukemattomiin (Untold), in 1994. Since that she has published six more. Sinervo has translated poems by Elizabeth Bishop and Yves Bonnefoy and written the lyrics for Liisa Lux’ debut song album (2002).
MEMORY BEARS THE CHILD
Orienteering 

A fallen tree bridged the water always repeating the same sentence:
“If you fall off the bridge, today is the birthday of a fish.”
On the opposite bank, from another direction, it harped on:
“If you stay, today is the image’s wedding day.”
And the cloud (that the harsh treetop had scratched)
wrote on squared paper:
“Slice the tomatoes, chop the basil, pour the wine into the decanter
and think about those who sleep out of doors.”

The orienteerer found the checkpoints and crossed the bridge,
leaving the post office and the kiosks behind.
She was greeted by a great oak, these words carved on its trunk:
“If you touch me, today is the birthday of a marten.”

The forest had been strangled with the necktie of the road,
and that is the road the orienteerer took.
Gravel reviled her with every step, and the forest, 
even the forest wouldn’t just be, but muttered:
“These turned into trees, these into animals, these into no-ones.”
It prayed to its memory, its stumps
were covered with moss and fragrant honey caps.

The fog dispersed,the body parts were revealed, 
behind the pines another yard and game.
How sweetly the child sang,
squeezing a rolled bill and a shopping list in her hand,
always another list and another bill.
Few people watch out for such a siren.
The shadow of the orienteerer was cast over the toys,

and where then?


Before the fingers

The journey from teeth

A child is a house

Take the pole as it comes

The girl is so healthy that fever

this is my body

Rubs, licks, brushes

Before the fingers

If the wind cannot recall, can you

The chairs

The Duchess of Burgundy Departs...

Three Love Songs

Verses of Longing

Orienteering

The Sound of Ford Anglia

Measurements


 
From Pimeän parit, 1997. 
Translated by Sarka Hantula.