Eino Leino quotes
The others got heart, I got the harp.
They grieved, had fun, me not, me not.
O wretched me, can't live, nor part:
my heart throbs not, but tingles, and rings!
O dire fate, the hardest lot:
no peace grants the night, the day no less,
no mercy shows time, nor eternity:
just a jeering and tingling heart-less-ness.
Eino Leino
Hark! My ears are catching corncrake's clicking,
Silver moonlight shines on cobhead corn;
Summer evening's blessing me, enriching,
Valley's wreaths of smoky slash and burn.
Neither joying I, nor grieve I, mournful;
But for forest's darkness am I yearnful,
Rose-gilt clouds the day's protracted ending,
Windy sleeping hill o'er all extending,
Fragrant twinflower, shortening, lingering shade;
These the things from which my heart-song's made.
Lady June-July, for you I'm singing,
Great the silence of my ardent heart,
Merry music make, for faith is mounting,
Verdant wreath of oak eternal start.
Foolish errands now I'll make no longer,
Fortune blessèd hands will grasp the stronger;
Rippled pool of circles now decreasing;
Time has ceased and weathervane is sleeping;
Stretches road at twilit end of day,
Bound for home unknown, I take its way.
Eino Leino