{"id":2253,"date":"2016-05-28T12:33:16","date_gmt":"2016-05-28T11:33:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/?p=2253"},"modified":"2018-08-07T10:31:25","modified_gmt":"2018-08-07T09:31:25","slug":"tove-janssons-autumn-song","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/?p=2253","title":{"rendered":"Tove Jansson&#8217;s Autumn Song"},"content":{"rendered":"This is a rotten although pretty literal translation of <em>H&ouml;stvisa <\/em>(Autumn Song), a poem by Tove Jansson which I found through a line in PO Enquist&#8217;s <i>Liknelseboken<\/i>. I have lost all of the rhyme and most of the swing of the original, but I think what remains is still worth posting.<br \/>\n<blockquote>I met with no one on the long way home\nThe evenings grow cold and stretch far ahead<br \/>\nCome comfort me a little for I am tired now<br \/>\nAnd suddenly so dreadfully alone.<br \/>\nI never saw before that the darkness is so vast,<br \/>\nI walk and think of all those things I ought<br \/>\nThere are so many things I should have said and done<br \/>\nAnd there&rsquo;s so very little that I did\n\n<p>Hasten, beloved, and hurry to love<br \/>\nEach minute now the days grow darker<br \/>\nLight all our candles while night closes round us:<br \/>\nThe blossoming summer will soon be all gone<\/p>\n\n<p>I&rsquo;m looking for something perhaps we&rsquo;ve forgotten<br \/>\nwhich you might help me to find<br \/>\nOne summer passes, and it&rsquo;s always just as brief<br \/>\nIt&rsquo;s the dream of what we could have gained.<br \/>\nPerhaps you will come some time before the dusk grows blue<br \/>\nbefore the meadows are dry and empty<br \/>\nPerhaps we&rsquo;ll find each other perhaps we&rsquo;ll find then<br \/>\na way to make everything flower<\/p>\n\n<p>Hasten    , beloved, and hurry to love<br \/>\nEach minute now the days grow darker<br \/>\nLight all our candles while night closes round us:<br \/>\nThe blossoming summer will soon be all gone<\/p>\n\n<p>The storm out there has slammed the summer&rsquo;s door<br \/>\nIt&rsquo;s too late now to wonder and too late to search<br \/>\nPerhaps I love you less than I did before<br \/>\nBut more than you will ever know<br \/>\nNow we see all the lighthouses down the long coast of autumn<br \/>\nand hear the lost waves wander<br \/>\nOne thing only matters and that&rsquo;s the heart&rsquo;s desire<br \/>\nAnd to be together with one another.<\/p>\n\n<p>Hasten, beloved, and hurry to love<br \/>\nEach minute now the days grow darker<br \/>\nLight all our candles while night closes round us:<br \/>\nThe blossoming summer will soon be all gone<\/p>\n\n\n<\/blockquote>\nYou can hear it done as a song, rather beautifully, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=R6_EcaDOG18\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">here <\/a>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is a rotten although pretty literal translation of H&ouml;stvisa (Autumn Song), a poem by Tove Jansson which I found through a line in PO Enquist&#8217;s Liknelseboken. I have lost all of the rhyme and most of the swing of &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/?p=2253\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,18],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2253"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2253"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2253\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2356,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2253\/revisions\/2356"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2253"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2253"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thewormbook.com\/hlog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2253"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}