Hanna Weselius
Things that remain: faith, hope, love and plastic.
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LAMENT AFTER THE SNOWMELT 2011

(Suomenkielisen version säveltänyt Peku Heinonen 2011)

Where are my plastic bags, my candy-wraps,
cider-bottles,
serpentines,
balloon shreds?

Here I see only the never-composting veils of immigrant women.
The deep-floating ones are not heavier
nor are the surfacing ones lighter,
that I’ve had to learn.

Here cannot my sunken tatters be seen,
here float the veils of immigrant women

like polyester water the eye cannot push through
like under-surface water.

According to a torn article, the sleeping bear tosses around on Jyri’s nameday
and on Heikki’s nameday it wakes up,
honey-paw,
forest-apple.

According to the frail radio, a seal cub has been repeatedly seen here at the harbour,

if it would rise here,
it would rise veiled,
if it would rise here,
it would rise as moon.

 

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