Poems
about Finland
The
Finnish Land
by Aleksis Kivi
What is that land of hill and dale
That is so beautiful,
The land aglow with summer days,
Land with the northern lights ablaze,
Whose beauty all the seasons share,
What is that land so fair?
There many thousand lakes are bright
With twinkling stars at night
There many kanteles resound
And all around make hillsides sing
And on the golden heath firs ring:
That is the Finnish land.
O never shall your tender sky
Be gone from memory
Never the fire of your bright sun
Nor in your spruces the clear moon
Nor yet your woodsmoke as it rides
From clearings to the clouds.
And yet these valleys have endured
Seasons when life was hard,
When in night of sudden frost
The corn sown in our fields was lost;
But came hope with the dawning day
And work swept frost away.
And in these valleys yet again
Some horrors have been,
When slaughter, death were brought by
war
And the ground swallowed human gore;
But many heroes´ splendid name
Added to the Finland´s fame.
And now the sweet beloved land
Is ours till ages end:
There is our field that ripples free,
Our meadow in its greenery
And there our forests´wild
night lies,
All girded by our seas!
The leafy forest ringing clear
What bliss it is to hear,
As in the first light of the dawn
Through it resounds the
herdsman´s horn,
Or in the vale when dusk is long
A maiden sings her song!
To fall asleep in your embrace,
Land of our dreams, what bliss,
O you our cradle, you our grave,
You the new hope we ever crave,
Peninsula so beautiful,
Finland for aye our all!
Go To The
Forest
by Tommy Taberman
Go to the forest
Go to the mountains
Go to the far off sea
Let loneliness
Caress you
Until your skin is thin enough
So thin that your heart
Sees me though it
That I was the one
Who caressed you,
Who caresses you
Go, go.
Edith
by Gounil Brown
Clothed in old shadows is the forest
a carpet of soft sounds -
an abode of secret thoughts -
a green wilderness of peace -
Silently, endlessly waiting is the
forest of Finland.
Here lie the heavy stones men have
never touched.
Here your thought became an eagle in
flight high above and out of sight,
and your mind, uncommon in this land like a snow leopard
prowling alone - his belly full of
the
bones and ashes of the future.
To All Four Winds
by Edith
Södergran
No bird strays here into my hidden corner,
no black swallow that brings longing,
no white gull that tides a storm...
In the shadow of the rocks my wildness stays awake,
ready to fly at the slightest whisper, at approaching steps...
Soundless and blue is my world, blessed...
I have a door to all four winds.
I have a golden door to the east - for love that never comes,
I have a door for day and another for sadness,
I have a door for death - that one is always open.
Finland,
Finland, Finland
by Michael Palin (Monty Python)
Finland, Finland, Finland.
The country where I want to be,
Pony trekking or camping,
Or just watching TV.
Finland, Finland, Finland,
It's the country for me.
You're so near to Russia,
So far from Japan.
Quite a long way from Cairo,
Lots of miles from Vietnam.
Finland, Finland, Finland.
The country where I want to be,
Eating breakfast or dinner,
Or snack lunch in the hall.
Finland, Finland, Finland,
Finland has it all.
You're so sadly neglected,
And often ignored,
A poor second to Belgium,
When going abroad.
Finland, Finland, Finland.
The country where I quite want to be,
Your mountains so lofty,
Your treetops so tall.
Finland, Finland, Finland,
Finland has it all.
Finland, Finland, Finland.
The country where I quite want to be,
Your mountains so lofty,
Your treetops so tall.
Finland, Finland, Finland,
Finland has it all.
Finland has it all...
The original piece of art this background is derived from is
Johanne
Morin's
"White
Roses in Blue"