Arvo Turtiainen(1904-1980)
Night makes a sound, night opens its black eyes
fumbles in its hand the yellow nipple of the moon
and puts it in its mouth.
Milk drips on roofs, plazas, beaches,
wind covers with a cloud night's flossy brow.
Faraway the planets with a finger on their lips.
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