Almost without noticing,
without thinking, it seems,
Thirty years back, more, the path vanishes,
thirty years ahead, more, the path vanishes:
and you're forced to sit down in your own shadow
to think.
Memory,
mother of truth and myth,
tell how the terrain divided the stream.
Eira Stenberg (born1943) Finland
Translated by Hervert Lomas
Source: Best Poems Encyclopedia
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