«At moment’s blooming I was not then questing, / Cassandra, for your lips, Cassandra, for your eyes, / But we’re December’s solemn wait digesting – / We’re hounded by our memories’ lies. In 1917 in mid-December / We find we’ve lost love and it all; / The people’s will will ...»
«In northern capital a dusty poplar’s planted, / Translucent clock-face is ensnared by dappled green, / And in its shade gleams house or battleship enchanted / From far away, the kin of sky and water’s sheen. A breezy barque, its mast of touch-me-not is slender, / It stands in line along...»
«In dreadful world of grim oppressor / You, midnight burials’ gruesome friend, / In suicide’s strict lofty dresser / The telephone tells of the end. The asphalt blackened lakes are pitted / As angry horse hooves clatter by, / Comes soon the sun; then soon emitted / Will be the sensel...»
«O Lake Saimaa, you beautiful maiden, my boat you were swaying, / Swayed the lively and spirited skiff that like arrow was sharpened, / Heard a lullaby’s bliss did my soul in the watery spraying, / Saw away in the distance, like sisters, deserted escarpments. / Kalevala’s primordial refra...»