Wednesday, January 12, 2011


But what if the good days should strike us dumb,
How can we endure without falling silent,
How can we endure without falling silent when poems are shown to mean nothing,
This, for the present generation’s praises:
We wrote it, that poetry, then we fell silent, listen:
Now it is time for the drums…

-Paavo Haavikko, from Birthplace