Poetry Tuesday: Three Short Finnish Poems

By Paavo Haavikko of Finland, who died only about ten years ago.

You can’t take with you
Even the little bit that’s been stolen from you
In Hell, small change
Is perfectly useless.

The soul against the state
The willow against the jail.
No, it grows by the wall,
A life sentence, with its roots,
Outside the walls,
A living shadow.
The soul against the state.
The willow against the jail.

The woman raises her garment,
Rain, wind, darkness rise,
When she is full, comes the child,
Children, and children bring poverty,
We have visitors: darkness, wind, poverty.

;o)

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