Daily Poem: Still ~ Aila Meriluoto
Still
~ Aila Meriluoto
Translated from Finnish by Jaakko A. Ahokas
In the fall, I believe again in poetry
if nothing else it is
a movement of the mind.
Summers ball together
into sticky lumps,
spring evenings are glass beads from one mould
for standard-size youth,
winter a smooth heaviness, not even cold.
But the mind trembles
here, on the brink
the mind trembles
there is life, after all,
there is life, still
unbelief is left.
