Poem
Sirkka Turkka
The dog sleeps behind checkered curtains
The dog sleeps behind checkered curtains.It sleeps its hundredth year already.
And the precious heart sleeps.
A dream no longer wakes it, nor omens, not
the forever-departed dead.
Perhaps I alone, only my memory.
But we are forgotten now, snow's meciful bell
has struck.
Winter rides above everything - its strange
bent-down woods, the empires of winter.
Only the snow laments and tolls, the storm cries:
for the precious heart
the concerto whole.
© Translation: 2001, Seija Paddon
The dog sleeps behind checkered curtains
© 2001, Sirkka Turkka
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The dog sleeps behind checkered curtains
The dog sleeps behind checkered curtains.It sleeps its hundredth year already.
And the precious heart sleeps.
A dream no longer wakes it, nor omens, not
the forever-departed dead.
Perhaps I alone, only my memory.
But we are forgotten now, snow's meciful bell
has struck.
Winter rides above everything - its strange
bent-down woods, the empires of winter.
Only the snow laments and tolls, the storm cries:
for the precious heart
the concerto whole.
© 2001, Seija Paddon
The dog sleeps behind checkered curtains
The dog sleeps behind checkered curtains.It sleeps its hundredth year already.
And the precious heart sleeps.
A dream no longer wakes it, nor omens, not
the forever-departed dead.
Perhaps I alone, only my memory.
But we are forgotten now, snow's meciful bell
has struck.
Winter rides above everything - its strange
bent-down woods, the empires of winter.
Only the snow laments and tolls, the storm cries:
for the precious heart
the concerto whole.
© 2001, Seija Paddon
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