Kimmo’s Revenge (Kimmon kosto), Eino Leino

lingua fennica

kimmo

As so often, Leino’s metre sounds very odd if transposed directly. I took the decision here to improvise a regular metre that I think may capture Leino’s sound. A warning: this poem is the stuff of nightmares.

Down the mountain Kimmo’s speeding,
in the night alone he’s skiing,
under twilit distant stars,
stronger burns poor Kimmo’s torment,
as he’s through the forest gliding,
in the night alone he’s singing.

“Once I had a fledgling daughter
like a little reindeer heifer,
once alone I foolish left her,
to the tent there came a stranger,
had his way with her on pelt;
when I catch him I’ll avenge her,
forest then will know of terror.”

Down the mountain Kimmo’s speeding,
in the night alone he’s skiing.
And above on sombre fell
now the virgin demons frolic,
blizzard-like around they skip,
blows their hair in stormy wind;
wolf is running at a canter,

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