Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Paavo Haavikko, "A Flower Song"

Paavo Haavikko, 1966

A Flower Song

The fir-trees at play;
comes raining down
O you, the wood-cutter's
steep as the mountains,
as gruff and as gorgeous,
if you never loved, if I
never loved (your
bitterest words
when we parted), O listen —
the cones, raining down upon you
abundantly, ceaselessly,
without mercy.

— tr. by Anselm Hollo

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