The scorpion’s heart
Issue 2/1998 | Archives online, Fiction, poetry
Poems From Skorpionin sydän (‘The scorpion’s heart’, WSOY, 1997). Introduction by Jyrki Kiiskinen
Earth’s hot womb brought to a boil
the grain ripens
among your golden chaff
and sharp awns
you walk and listen
Death The Stranger here it found a place, its dark apartments glittered the dead perfumed, trembled
and now
through the small cremation hatch
you see
see how the coffin thunderously
flares, disappears
in elemental fire
*
My Child My Almond Eye Do not be afraid
I too am afraid
Everyone in turn steps out
into his yard
eyes pierced for a moment, seeing
*
Brains, tenderly scooped out into the light
body,
immersed in a mountain of salt,
swaddled
now guarded by
a clay figure, spear in hand, Time?
(its rotting strength loved only by the fruit,
the tasty pyramid of its secret seeds)
body soul! game of hide and seek, waiting
(noble pile of bones)
Nefertiti ‘s nocturnal gaze
unblinking
open
*
In a room with a number
an unknown
sterilized room
close to the North Star
my son fights, sleeps
Blind, people’s hands gently touch my heart, my city has a name, it is empty
The swans, I ask, up on the hill
the swans, with their heavy wing- beat lighting up our faces for a moment, the swans, have they already left Translated by Anselm Hollo
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