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Aki Salmela, Finnish poet. Tyhjyyden ympärillä. Hope they translate him, he is extremely good.

Aki Salmela, Finnish poet. Tyhjyyden ympärillä. Hope they translate him, he is extremely good.

Aki Salmela, Finnish poet. Leikitään kotia

Aki Salmela, Finnish poet. Leikitään kotia

One of my favourite poems, You Who Never Arrived - Rainer Maria Rilke.

One of my favourite poems, You Who Never Arrived - Rainer Maria Rilke.

rainer maria rilke-I think that this can be expanded to all relationships and chance encounters, not just romantic notions.

rainer maria rilke-I think that this can be expanded to all relationships and chance encounters, not just romantic notions.

Helena Anhava (born 24 October 1925, Helsinki),  Finnish poet, writer and translator. -  http://fi.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helena_Anhava  ||    Anhava, Helena | Kirjasampo.fi - kirjallisuuden kotisivu

Helena Anhava (born 24 October 1925, Helsinki), Finnish poet, writer and translator. - http://fi.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helena_Anhava || Anhava, Helena | Kirjasampo.fi - kirjallisuuden kotisivu

“The human memory is constructed so that it works like a projector that throws light on individual moments, while leaving the rest in impenetrable darkness,” the Russian modernist poet Anna Ahkmatova (1889-1966) wrote in her diary toward the end of her life.

“The human memory is constructed so that it works like a projector that throws light on individual moments, while leaving the rest in impenetrable darkness,” the Russian modernist poet Anna Ahkmatova (1889-1966) wrote in her diary toward the end of her life.

Portrait of the poet Anna Akhmatova, 1922.

Portrait of the poet Anna Akhmatova, 1922.

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"I drink to our ruined house, to the dolor of my life, to our loneliness together; and to you I raise my glass, to lying lips that have betrayed us, to dead-cold pitiless eyes, and to the hard realities; that the world is brutal and coarse, that God, in fact, has not saved us." -- The Last Toast, Anna Ahkmatova

"I drink to our ruined house, to the dolor of my life, to our loneliness together; and to you I raise my glass, to lying lips that have betrayed us, to dead-cold pitiless eyes, and to the hard realities; that the world is brutal and coarse, that God, in fact, has not saved us." -- The Last Toast, Anna Ahkmatova

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