{"id":10639,"date":"2022-01-09T18:38:04","date_gmt":"2022-01-09T16:38:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10639"},"modified":"2022-01-09T18:38:05","modified_gmt":"2022-01-09T16:38:05","slug":"naky-raunioilla-view-into-the-ruins-vedere-in-ruine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10639","title":{"rendered":"N\u00c4KY RAUNIOILLA \/ VIEW INTO THE RUINS \/ VEDERE \u00ceN RUINE"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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N\u00c4KY RAUNIOILLA \/ VIEW INTO THE RUINS \/ VEDERE \u00ceN RUINE
(13.3.1941)<\/p>\n

Kerran tunsit: ikuisuuden mereen
vajonnut on kotikaupunkisi.
Linnan varjo veteen haudanmustaan
kuvastui, kun alkoi pakoretkes.
Autiossa satamassa turhaan
kiinnekohtaa taivaalta sa etsit.
Verenpunaisena hulmus meren \u00e4\u00e4ri,
it\u00e4tuuli vonkui yll\u00e4 aavain.
Levisi jo roihu h\u00e4vityksen
sieluusi, sun sisimp\u00e4\u00e4si asti.<\/p>\n

Silloin kaikki oli sulta kuollut.
Uneesi sen j\u00e4lkeen usein kuulit
hartaat ly\u00f6nnit tutun tornikellon.
Vainajien lepoa ne soitti \u2013
soittaneet ei sieluusi ne rauhaa.<\/p>\n

Unessasi usein my\u00f6skin kuljet
lapsuusaikojesi pihamaalle
l\u00e4pi kujien ja yli vallein.
Pihan pimennossa kotis eess\u00e4
portahilla, joit\u2019 on lieska nuollut,
istuu Suru, katseessansa tyhjyys.
Tarttuin sua, yst\u00e4v\u00e4\u00e4ns\u00e4 k\u00e4teen
taluttaa h\u00e4n sinut raunioille,
taakse aikain katsoo: \u201dMurskatusta
tuhannesti taas on aloitettu.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kaikkialle Suru sua saattaa,
halki pihain, yli vallihautain,
yli sammalen ja soran, tuhkan.<\/p>\n

N\u00e4et ohitsesi vuosisatain
kumarassa vaeltavan verkkaan.
Aamuh\u00e4m\u00e4r\u00e4st\u00e4 uusi suku
vastaan kirkastunein otsin astuu.<\/p>\n

Tunnet: mink\u00e4 vuosisatain k\u00e4si
kerran muuriksi loi y\u00f6t\u00e4 vastaan,
sit\u00e4 murenna ei Vihan miekka.<\/p>\n

Aavistat nyt, ett\u00e4 kaupunkisi
j\u00e4lleen nouseva on tuhon y\u00f6st\u00e4.
Linnan varjo taivaalle jo piirtyy.
Aamunkoitossa ui meren \u00e4\u00e4ri,
it\u00e4tuuli tyyntyy yll\u00e4 aavain.<\/p>\n

Pyh\u00e4n tornikellon ly\u00f6nnit jostain
uskoa ja rauhaa sieluus soittaa.<\/p>\n

EEVA-LIISA MANNER<\/p>\n

……………..<\/p>\n

VIEW INTO THE RUINS<\/p>\n

Once you felt it: in the sea of eternity
your hometown has sunk.
The shadow of the castle shone in the water
as black as the grave, when your flight began.
In the deserted harbor in vain
you’re looking for an anchor in the sky.
The edge of the sea flickered red as blood,
the east wind blew across the sea.
The flame of devastation was already spreading
in your soul, to the depths of your nature.<\/p>\n


Then everything died for you.
After that, in your sleep you often heard
the pious beat of the kind tower-clock.
For the rest of the dead they beat –
not for the peace of thy soul.<\/p>\n

In your sleep, you often go
to the yard of thy childhood
through alleys and across the valleys.
In the dark, on the front steps of the house
that have been licked by the flame,
sits Sadness, staring into the void.
Holding you with the hand of a friend
leads you to the ruins,
looking back in time: “From those ground
a thousand times a new beginning was born.”<\/p>\n


Sadness takes you everywhere,
through the yards, over the ditches,
over moss and gravel, and ash.<\/p>\n

You see how the ages beside you
they pass hunchbacked, walking on.
From the mist of dawn a new nation
greets you with bright foreheads.<\/p>\n

Feel: what the hand of centuries
once built a wall against the night,
shall not be broken by the sword of wrath.<\/p>\n

You feel now, that your city
will rise again from the night of fate.
The shadow of the fortress already on the sky is drawing.
At dawn, the edge of the sea swims,
the east wind calms down over the seas.<\/p>\n

The beating of the holy tower-clock somewhere
sings faith and peace in your heart.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

traducere, M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10639","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-eeva-liisa-manner"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10639","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10639"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10639\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10641,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10639\/revisions\/10641"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10639"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10639"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10639"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}