winter pasture land

In the winter pasture land


around Lady Day
Dalsvallen has woken up
in house sparrow grey
coffee at Karl Gustav's
snow scooter chugging
after the second tug

over Valma
like holes torn
in the winter covering
approaching black billows
as from the underworld

dog-leashes hard stretched
backward glance from Härje
up to Ortkammen
the hoof holes
half filled with drift snow

sudden round stealthy prints
known but not welcome
off to the pines
with blood red throat
the calf of last year
the lynx took in one jump

motor throttled
one quiet minute
were you just thirsty
or did you kill
for the old raven

down towards Råndalen
draw the snow squalls
in a dream-like crane dance
while the cow turns her nose
towards the land of calving




A poem by Bo Lundmark,"I vinterbeteslandet", translated by me from Den sjunde dagen: dikter från glesbygden (1992). A slightly different version of this poem, titled "Vårfrudagstid",  is available online: https://www.tidningenharjedalen.se/artikel/dikt-varfrudagstid

The "winter pasture land" is the wooded lowland area where the reindeer spend the winter, surviving by hoofing up reindeer lichen from under the snow.

Lady Day (Vårfrudag) =  25 March

The reindeer return to the fells in late spring, there to calve and spend the summer living off the upland vegetation. (There are a lot less biting insects up there too.)

In this case the winter pasture land is in the county of Härjedalen, in the valley of the Ljusnan and its tributaries. When the reindeer cow turns her nose, she'll be looking north-west to the mountains of Sånfjället and beyond, perhaps up towards Funäsdalen where Bo Lundmark himself lives.

Härjedalen, an inland county of mostly high ground, with a famously low population, is one of the coldest places you can winter in Sweden. (The temperature is actually even colder in the valleys than on the mountains.)

Bo Lundmark, born in 1944 in Tärnaby, was until his retirement a priest in the mountain areas of Sweden, also a poet and historian of Sami life. Here's an interview (in Swedish) that gives more background: https://www.op.se/artikel/bland-herdarna-uppe-pa-berget . Latterly he was priest for the parishes of Tännäs and Ljusnedal in Härjedalen, where this poem is set.

specimens of the literature of Sweden...cont'd

     Autumn concert

     Silent and grey
     like a cathedral of the Middle Ages
     Tramsberget rears up
     out of Lossen's autumnal crescendo
     while Anåfjällen's gleaming furioso
     grazes the skies

     Over Galtjärn's black mirror
     blazing leaves dancing
     like butterflies
     awakened once more
     by the autumn organ's mighty fugue

     In the wildwoods
     the glow of lingon cresting
     like love-chords
     ripe and ready to fall
     into grateful hands
     when the wind turns over
     the first dazzling page
     of winter's score

(from Bo Lundmark, Den Sjunde Dagen - dikter från glesbygden, 1992. The author lives in Härjedalen.)

*


     The surge

     The wave's surge against
     rock-hearth
     reflects the fire
     within me


     Catch

     Take out your feelings
     Hunt them
     Overtake them
     Catch them
     Hold them still!
     A long time!

(from Nära Och Kära, Dikter av Gunhild Larsson, booklet from c.1998. The author lives in Ångermanland.)