Sirkka
Turkka
Born February, 1939, in Helsinki.
Nine collections of poetry, prose volumes.
Head stable man and librarian. Finlandia
Prize in 1987.
'The summer has been windful in places and the crust of the lake
behaved accordingly. The window of my lodge faces the shore
where trees dangle their branches. It is raining now, more than
that I cannot say. In this small room, bed clothes, books and old
letters are floating. I am floating in life, which I do not
comprehend. The dog is my friend, that I comprehend. I enter the forest
and stare at gigantic blueberries, just as if a thousand solar
eclipses were looming from the midst of the mossy ground.
Behind the cottage, on the slope of a hill, there are large mossy
stones: I have looked at them for twenty years and hoped that
they would hold out, and fare well.
The whole summer my typewriter has been standing on the
table by the window. Not even once have I removed its cover, let
alone written anything. I hear that I am a poet of the first rank. I
do not know what is being manifested in me.'
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