NOCTURNE

Kaarlo Sarkia(1902-1945)

A summer night... Under a cloud

falls a silver light.

From a river meadow blooming

the whirr of a harvester sounds.

Young farmhand on a cottage's steps

still his accordion plays.

Passes through the night breath of the herbs

and fragrant, warm exudation of the soil.

Play pauses. For many a minute

even the wind doesn't breathe.

Only sounds when the harvester's blade

dewy clover cuts.

(Notturno; Kahlittu, 1929.)

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