Poem of the Week: Snufkin’s Song

This week isn’t actually a poem, but a song from Tove Jansson’s Moomin books from my favorite character, Snufkin.

Snufkin by Tove Jansson

“I meander through the forests in the early spring when Nature is putting on her greatest show. Under limpid blue skies and clouds so white and striking, the earth breathes and emerges from beneath the snow. I wander where I will and I will be the one to choose. I’ll play my harp all night and day, or not if it feels wrong. Nothing do I own, so there’s nothing I can lose. I need to have the freedom to find my own song.

I sing a beautiful ode to a babbling brook and the moon will hear the language of quietness. The strings of my harp will snare birds…

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