Talvista musiikkia ja kuvia / Winter music and photos

On valkoisia pisaroita ilma tulvillaan,
kimaltava lumimatto peittää koko maan.
Tuhansina pisteinä lumi säkenöi.
Pehmeästi punatulkku lumirumpuun löi.
Hiljaisina sävelinä lumi laskeutuu.
Piiloon lumipeiton alle kesä unohtuu.
Pienet, kirkkaat ajatukset lumilintusina
ihmisiä koskettavat salaa, hiljaisina.
Hiljaa, hiljaa lumilaulut sydämissä soivat,
kun nuo pienet hiutaleet taivaan maahan loivat.
– Pia Perkiö –

                  

Translation:
On the hays of an oxen's manger 
sleeps an innocent child 
the path of a crowd of angels 
soon will lead 
to behold the greatest love 

In the bosom of his beloved mother 
sleeps the Son of God 
the path of a crowd of angels 
soon will lead to behold the greatest love 

Amidst lilies and roses 
sleeps the Lord of people 
the path of a crowd of angels 
soon will lead to behold the greatest love 

On the cross beside a robber 
sleeps the purest sacrifice 
the path of a crowd of angels 
soon will lead to behold the greatest love

                  

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though; 
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. 
- Robert Frost -

                  

Salomaan joulu  / wilderness christmas
Metsä viettää joulua,
ja joulun tähdet palaa,
kuukin jouluhopeataan
seudun yli valaa.

Kuusen oksat lumitähdin
nyt on koristettu,
koivuihin on kirkkaat jäiset
puikot ripustettu.

Karhu näkee luolassansa
joulun syvää unta,
Lumivaipan alla lepää
salon luomakunta.

Jänön jalka jätti pienet
jäljet kankahalle,
kun se juoksi joulunviettoon
kotiin,kuusen alle.

Järvellä on yksinäiset
hiihtosuksen ladut.
Hiljaa hyrrää salomailla
joulun suuret sadut!
– Arvid Lydecken –

                  

My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
The sashes are beset with snow.

I light the lamp and lay the cloth,
I blow the coals to blaze again;
But it is winter with your love,
The frost is thick upon the pane..

I know a winter when it comes:
The leaves are listless on the boughs;
I watched your love a little while,
And brought my plants into the house.

I water them and turn them south,
I snap the dead brown from the stem;
But it is winter with your love,
I only tend and water them.

There was a time I stood and watched
The small, ill-natured sparrows' fray;
I loved the beggar that I fed,
I cared for what he had to say,

I stood and watched him out of sight:
Today I reach around the door
And set a bowl upon the step;
My heart is what it was before,

But it is winter with your love;
I scatter crumbs upon the sill,
And close the window, —and the birds
May take or leave them, as they will. 
- Edna St. Vincent Millay -