On foot
I had to cross the solar system
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
I sense myself already.
Somewhere in space hangs my heart,
shaking in the void, from it stream sparks
into other intemperate hearts.
Kirsti Simonsuuri (born Dec 26 1945) from her book Mother Tongues:
I alone I spoke in all tongues
forged keys to secret codes
sweet water: Latin
wild strawberry: Finnish
my silence was as deep
as in the womb, once
...
Marja-Liisa Vartio (11 Sept 1924- 17 June 1966) wrote:
The mirror doesn't give me my face.
When I raise it to eye level,
I see only a landscape,
only a mountain, water, plateau and horizon,
...
The mirror doesn't give me my face.
When I raise it to eye level,
I see only a landscape,
only a mountain, water, plateau and horizon,
...
These excerpts are from an anthology of Finnish women poets, Enchanting Beasts.
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