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Anglia 105E Saloon - Article No 38
Sound of Ford Anglia" - a Poem by Helena Sinervo -
Electric Verses.Net - 1997.
SINERVO (s. 1961) published her first
collection of poems, Lukemattomiin (Untold), in
1994. Since that she has published three more:
Sininen Anglia (The Blue Anglia, 1996), Pimešn
parit (Pairs of Darkness, 1997) and Ihmisen
kaltainen (Human Worth, 2000). In France was
published a selection of her poems, Chaises
(2001, translated by Gabriel Rebourcet). Sinervo
has translated poems by Elizabeth Bishop and Yves
Bonnefoy and written the lyrics for Liisa
Lux debut song album (2002).
Sound of Ford Anglia
I came from the black garage of your memory. I drove into your yard. You were soot and mud,
I didnt recognise you. Thats her, said the plantain in your yard, the one who runs
after the orange and the acacia. The one who causes sorrow to the other
plants. The shaking of the earth shook out the earthworms and the moles from their dusty holes,
they gathered under your favourite tree and thought about a way to curb you.
Thats her, they said, the one who causes sorrow to the other animals.
I came from the black garage of your memory to help your victims. We set a trap.
We chose a black fire, a white snow and sails speeding like knives of ice.
We rolled a stone under your head, so youd have the same dreams as the stone:
speedwell and fair streaming hair. But the stone had your dream,
woke up with sweaty sheets, sobbed in a high-pitched voice and split.
Thats her, the two halves said, the one who causes sorrow to other stones.
How sensitive and slender is a stones shell! Twelve old people crawled out
of the broken chunk of stone, ate the apples from your favourite tree and sermonised in a language
that sounded like ancient Aramaic. They mistook you to be their Lord, extolled
you in cloud-shaped sentences that galloped free in the sky
and rode you to your father. You cut your fathers hedge, dispersed the clouds.
Thats her, the clouds shouted, the one who causes sorrow to the other clouds.
You lost huge sums at poker. You intrigued with a demon and lost more:
you became fearless. The children of heaven swung a rope, you skipped and chanted:
Man or woman, tear or frown, take a jump and then fall down.
I didnt know you. Tears pattered down onto heavens floor and said:
Thats her, the self-same one who causes sorrow to other tears.
parit (Partners Of The
Translated by Herbert Lomas.
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