Morning Harp

No one today calls out to the diseases
Not like Vainamoinen
Who made the birches listen

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Kalevala:

Wrought from iron
four sided word—
mill
forest
bird
boat

one word
boat-forest-bird-mill
how else
to tell it?

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My roots give off a sound
That’s not like anything else
Blind, I still close my eyes
Just to hear

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I used to have an iron crow
It stood in the garden
One day a real crow
Rubbed her feathers on it

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