Anselm Hollo image
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Born in April 12, 1934 / Died in January 29, 2013 / Finland / Finnish

Poems by Anselm Hollo

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Poems

... ere spreads the infinite sky for the soul to take her flight in, reigns the stainless white radiance ...

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(“Amidst the rush and roar of life...”)

... idst the rush and roar of life, O beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof ...

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The Last Bargain

... "Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road ...

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The Gardener 38

... ll my cargo of the stories of old wars was tossed by the laughing waves and soaked in tears and sank ...

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(“With a glance of your eyes...”)

... glance of your eyes you could plunder all the wealth of songs struck from poets’ harps, fair woman! ...

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On the Seashore

... ams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play ...

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(“O you mad, you superbly drunk!...”)

... I’ll take the holy vow of being worthless, and be drunken and go to the dogs ...

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(“Keep me fully glad...”)

...  In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list ...

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(“Over the green and yellow...”)

... een and yellow rice fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds, followed by the swift-chasing sun ...

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(“Tell me if this is all true...”)

...  found utter peace in my gentle speech and my eyes and lips and flowing hair ...

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(“Come as you are...”)

... r feet are pale with the dew, if your anklets slacken, if pearls drop out of your chain, do not mind ...

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(“Leave off your works, bride...”)

... you not put the auspicious red mark at the parting of your hair, and done your toilet for the night ...

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(“My soul is alight...”)

... The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart ...

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(“We both live in the same village...”)

... Flowers launched from their landing stairs come floating by the stream where we bathe ...

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Gitanjali 35

... nbsp;Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit ...