Rekola in English

Here is a very rough, five minutes translation from a poem by Mirkka Rekola (from the book Syksy muttaa linnut, 1961).

"The land of my heaven has no name

for birds to fly by

no cloud for cover

the land of my heaven has not

one sign

no wild barrier

to open in all winds

to close

for me

the land of my heaven

has not one sign

when i stop

under the tree of flying insects

and sit and sit

with someone for something."