In the mornings I take down my old books, Kalevala, for instance,
and read of Kullervo, sad clown of the north, whose family
was an iron age house of incest and shattered cups
though it sounds better in Finnish—as if pain was inevitable
because they had few pronouns in those days,
there being no distinction between men
and women in Suomi and so, tragedy was pan-gendered
which means they talked of gravity long before Isaac Newton.