The Kalevala – Rune XL (Elias Lonnrot Poems)
BIRTH OF THE HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Onward steered his goodly vessel,From the isle of Lemminkainen,From the borders of the village;Steered his ...
BIRTH OF THE HARP.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Onward steered his goodly vessel,From the isle of Lemminkainen,From the borders of the village;Steered his ...
CAPTURE OF THE FIRE-FISH.Wainamoinen, the enchanter,The eternal wisdom-singer,Long reflected, well considered,How to weave the net of flax-yarn,Weave the fish-net of ...
Bees build around red liver, Ants build around black bone. It has begun: the tearing, the trampling on silks, It ...
Man - heart, body, soul, and spirit -steel yourself, put on your armor:mighty battles stand ahead.Give yourself with every fiber,lift ...
A little bit of hatred can spoil a score of yearsAnd blur the eyes that ought to smile with many ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Every bit of my being in every fiber soak me in love the source of all strength Teach me to ...
Needing to shed ourselves to wash in the Holy Spirit to cast off the thoughts of our hearts the things ...
Like an ancient elephant a tough living hide the gray of the fencing long untended no paint or primer aging ...
Rethinking our lives so we were challenged what it means to worship faith in our fiber in every moment of ...
God's hands are your hands your feet are His feet In this time and place, the infinite is made real, ...
The edge of the water's surface Cupped a bit of Mallard down this morning. Shed and forgotten by its owner ...
In the flowing sap In her growing fever Parting her veils Cracking out of her shells Sliding out of her ...
You made us hopeful, LORD; where is your Hope when every lovely Rainbow bright and chill reflects your Will? You ...
"Don't overdo it," Dad yelled, watching me Play shortstop, collect stamps and shells, Roll on the grass laughing until I ...
High in the air exposed the slave is hung, To all the birds of heaven, their living food! He groans ...
She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in. In a loose white gown she walks and a new ...
Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching ...
When she smiles she sends happiness A million pleasant thrills of the heart To parched souls thirsting for love In ...
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