Kay Home Products 30072 Iron Hearth with Lid
This was purchased to replace an older version of the same fire pit worn out by 10 years of use by the family. It arrived when promised, was assembled quickly and easily, and is providing the “campfire” experience once again in our backyard. The retractable fire screen dome is an improvement we appreciate; the wheels and handle make it very easy to move into our storage area; the heavy duty cast iron pit is very durable as we learned from our earlier experience.
What do you think of my translations of these poems?
These poems weren’t written by me – the first one is by one of my favorite Finnish poets, Yrjö Jylhä, and the second one is by another, Paavo Cajander …I decided to translate them from Finnish to English and would like to know if the poems are still interesting, or if I ended up flagging them.”A Doomed House”An empty yard, a deserted house,From the windows the light has gone.Doors are open, hearth is frozen,A shot dog on the front step.Strangely the steps echo here now;A clock on the wall, its striking stopped,A harp on the table, a spinning-wheel in the corner -Adorning only spiderwebs.Finely they lived here onceAmidst the fields in the fear of Lord;The harp rang, the spinning-wheel buzzed,Below the window a rowan bloomed.An empty house, a doomed house,The eaves are already burned by fire -But the flames can never destroyThis loved, eternal heritage land.—-”The Freed Queen”There’s a castle on the mountain, looking down to a dale,But like a grave it’s gloomy and ghastly, spiritless:Locked are the iron gates, no light is seen afar,But silently, like ghosts, in its tower patrol the guards.But sometimes, as the night abates, when the sun has gone away,It sounds like a song tender and gentle is ringing down Hearth iron the walls;A queen is singing there, so they say in the dale,But who she is and from where, not one person knows.They say: she has been the land’s noble ruler as well,And her beauty known across mainlands, seas;But when the dawn broke through, away, away she has gone…The castle lord now guards his prey both night and day.Sometimes, when the guards are asleep and the night calm comes,Beats freely once again the poor queen’s heart,Then she sings for the night, about her sorrows and pains,Her lost beauty, freedom and hopes.Thus a traveler came once and approached the castle,Hearing those songs: he knew them well.And his heart catches fire, a weird burning in his chest,And he leaves for his home again and sings them to his folk.And it’s like a warm wind again breezes through the land,The rune singer, feeling thrilled, again takes out his harp,And music, never heard, flares from those strings:Bravery, fame, love, life’s holiest feelings ring thus forth.Who wouldn’t be charmed by it? who would stay still cold?Who wouldn’t grind a sword, who wouldn’t make a spear?But the queen in her prison still sings about her grief;The freer, the freer hasn’t come… and maybe he never will!Oh, comes, comes! There’s a man quickly running forth,The day gleaming from the helmet and the moon shining from the sword:”The land must save the queen!” he calls out to his folk,And it rings like the voice of thunder: “who’s going to follow me, who?”"Oh idle, gone is gone!” – he just runs faster -”Oh you’re dashing for your doom!” He doesn’t look back;Up the mountainside he treads, the castle finally reached,Has the strength of a hundred men when rushes that gallant forth.The iron gates crumble, the grave’s mouth opens,The guards hover, he’s like a storm breaking trees,The leaves, branches break, now falls the bole itselfAnd the way of the gallant is like a tangle of fallen trees.”And now you’re free, mother! Freedom’s time has come!Come to the light of day, the long night has gone away!The gleam of your eyes shall be lit, your cheeks shall be rosy once more;And oh that poor being who now bends even a hair of yours!”And from the castle he leads the queen to the light of day,And there comes the crowd of people, meeting them with joy.And it sounds like a song tender and gentle is ringing forth again,But it’s a morn-song, the night has finally gone away.The queen on her throne again sits in her glory,Beautiful as day and famed across the land.But on the mountain the castle year by year fades away,Soon it will crumble down, no standing stone shall stay.
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These poems weren’t written by me – the first one is by one of my favorite Finnish poets, Yrjö Jylhä, and the second one is by another, Paavo Cajander …I decided to translate them from Finnish to English and would like to know if the poems are still interesting, or if I ended up flagging them.”A Doomed House”An empty yard, a deserted house,From the windows the light has gone.Doors are open, hearth is frozen,A shot dog on the front step.Strangely the steps echo here now;A clock on the wall, its striking stopped,A harp on the table, a spinning-wheel in the corner -Adorning only spiderwebs.Finely they lived here onceAmidst the fields in the fear of Lord;The harp rang, the spinning-wheel buzzed,Below the window a rowan bloomed.An empty house, a doomed house,The eaves are already burned by fire -But the flames can never destroyThis loved, eternal heritage land.—-”The Freed Queen”There’s a castle on the mountain, looking down to a dale,But like a grave it’s gloomy and ghastly, spiritless:Locked are the iron gates, no light is seen afar,But silently, like ghosts, in its tower patrol the guards.But sometimes, as the night abates, when the sun has gone away,It sounds like a song tender and gentle is ringing down Hearth iron the walls;A queen is singing there, so they say in the dale,But who she is and from where, not one person knows.They say: she has been the land’s noble ruler as well,And her beauty known across mainlands, seas;But when the dawn broke through, away, away she has gone…The castle lord now guards his prey both night and day.Sometimes, when the guards are asleep and the night calm comes,Beats freely once again the poor queen’s heart,Then she sings for the night, about her sorrows and pains,Her lost beauty, freedom and hopes.Thus a traveler came once and approached the castle,Hearing those songs: he knew them well.And his heart catches fire, a weird burning in his chest,And he leaves for his home again and sings them to his folk.And it’s like a warm wind again breezes through the land,The rune singer, feeling thrilled, again takes out his harp,And music, never heard, flares from those strings:Bravery, fame, love, life’s holiest feelings ring thus forth.Who wouldn’t be charmed by it? who would stay still cold?Who wouldn’t grind a sword, who wouldn’t make a spear?But the queen in her prison still sings about her grief;The freer, the freer hasn’t come… and maybe he never will!Oh, comes, comes! There’s a man quickly running forth,The day gleaming from the helmet and the moon shining from the sword:”The land must save the queen!” he calls out to his folk,And it rings like the voice of thunder: “who’s going to follow me, who?”"Oh idle, gone is gone!” – he just runs faster -”Oh you’re dashing for your doom!” He doesn’t look back;Up the mountainside he treads, the castle finally reached,Has the strength of a hundred men when rushes that gallant forth.The iron gates crumble, the grave’s mouth opens,The guards hover, he’s like a storm breaking trees,The leaves, branches break, now falls the bole itselfAnd the way of the gallant is like a tangle of fallen trees.”And now you’re free, mother! Freedom’s time has come!Come to the light of day, the long night has gone away!The gleam of your eyes shall be lit, your cheeks shall be rosy once more;And oh that poor being who now bends even a hair of yours!”And from the castle he leads the queen to the light of day,And there comes the crowd of people, meeting them with joy.And it sounds like a song tender and gentle is ringing forth again,But it’s a morn-song, the night has finally gone away.The queen on her throne again sits in her glory,Beautiful as day and famed across the land.But on the mountain the castle year by year fades away,Soon it will crumble down, no standing stone shall stay.
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