Author Archives: prautaharju

Songs of March (Maaliskuun lauluja, 1896)

LAMENTATION OF THE FORSAKEN One evening I was walking a path on the moor, I gathered flowering heather, a bunch of four. The night was magical and the wind was sleeping, the heather fragrant, the cuckoo was calling. But then … Continue reading

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The Spinner (Yõkehrããjã, 1897)

SEITA STOCKINGMIND Two shepherds sat at the burn near a pond, one ruddy-cheeked, the other blond. The ruddy-cheeked played his horn joyfully, the blond one just sitting there, quietly. Then they heard another shepherd to yell: »Hey fellows, I have … Continue reading

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Multi-Colored Cane (Kirjokeppi, 1897)

MOLDED BY WATER The clay on the shore was cracking split by the long-lasting dryness, the mind of the singer was grieving under the load of sadness. The water tossed and the sun scorched, the clay, beaten by whether, splashed, … Continue reading

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One Hundred and One Songs (Sata ja yksi laulua, 1898)

ON ALDER-LEAFS MY SONGS I EMBROIDER On alder-leafs my songs I embroider and toss them to drift in the river. One rolls faraway, another here, they float in the stream here and there. If one of the leafs would soar … Continue reading

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From the Waves of Time (Ajan aalloilta , 1899)

  BURIAL SONG Restless is the stream and waves rolling restless, the ocean enchanting, the ocean endless. Stream, sleep on the lap of the ocean. The wind is restless and the leaves fly high, lucky is the leaf that to … Continue reading

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Hymns of the Skier (Hiihtãjãn virsiã,1900)

____________________________________________   THE NIGHT The night comes, the sun dies. The shroud of the dusk dims the eyes. In the swamps of the wilderness the will o’ the wisp kindles. All alone I sit in my dwelling, my friends shy … Continue reading

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Holy Spring (Pyhã kevãt, 1901)

DOWNSTREAM DRIFTS THE BOAT Down the stream drifts the boat. Where’s the end of the road? The surge beats the bow and the keel. The human soul, what it is – Like will-o’ the wisp, restless. Sandy soil me calls, already … Continue reading

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