The Kalevala – Rune XXVII (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
THE UNWELCOME GUEST.I have brought young Kaukomieli,Brought the Islander and hero,Also known as Lemminkainen,Through the jaws of death and ruin,Through ...
THE UNWELCOME GUEST.I have brought young Kaukomieli,Brought the Islander and hero,Also known as Lemminkainen,Through the jaws of death and ruin,Through ...
ILMARINEN'S WEDDING-FEAST.Louhi, hostess of the Northland,Ancient dame of Sariola,While at work within her dwelling,Heard the whips crack on the fenlands,Heard ...
BIRTH OF THE SECOND HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Long reflecting, sang these measures:"It is now the time befittingTo awaken joy and gladness,Time ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd p?se comme un couvercleSur l'esprit g?missant en proie aux longs ennuis,Et que de l'horizon ...
AT that lost hour disowned of day and night, The after-birth of midnight, when life's face Turns to the wall ...
Time was when spring returned we wentTo find another home to rent;We wanted fresher, cleaner walls,And bigger rooms and wider ...
This is the Queen of Nonsense Land, She wears her bonnet on her hand; She carpets her ceilings and frescos ...
505I would not paint-a picture-I'd rather be the OneIts bright impossibilityTo dwell-delicious-on-And wonder how the fingers feelWhose rare-celestial-stir-Evokes so sweet ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
The pastor, in the makeshift pulpit at the lectern, far from the vaulted ceilings, far from the stain glassed sanctuary ...
A small church long past its birth stained windows, stained ceilings, dark stain on the pews dark runners on the ...
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
What ghosts haunt These streets of perpetual night? Riverbanks fractured with splinters of glass condominiums For nouveam riche merchant bankers ...
It is time after thirty years We had our Poetry Renaissance Rise, Children of Albion, rise! It is time after ...
My doc announced yesterday : "You may have talent, though it's hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
The people upstairs all practise ballet Their living room is a bowling alley Their bedroom is full of conducted tours. ...
My sleeping children are still flying dreams in their goose-down heads. The lush of the river singing morning songs Fish ...
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