MEETING

Kaarlo Sarkia(1902-1945)

The commotion and hurry of the street have faded. Space,

deep, singing radiance dashed over me.

From the breast of the stone sprouts the bliss of the roses.

Somewhere far away I have left my wretchedness.

Something immortal must have grazed the dirt of the earth.

The song of vast spaces has captured my senses.

Who I might be? What did I long for? I utterly forgot.

Your feet have danced past me on the street.