The Book of the North
SERIES #15
Here I live a cold existence,
And 'tis painful thus to wallow,
Always tossing on the billows,
On the surface of the waters.

Came a bird from Lapland flying,
From the north-east came an eagle,
Not the largest of the eagles,
Nor was he among the smallest,
With one wing he swept the water,
To the sky was swung the other;
On the sea his tail he rested,
On the cliffs his beak he rattled.

Said the bird of air, the eagle,
"Let thy heart be free from trouble;
Climb upon my back, and seat thee,
Standing up upon my wing-tips,
From the sea will I transport thee,
Wheresoever thou may'st fancy.

Кalevala. Runo Seven
Contemporary art project "Asteroidea" seria #15 "Book of the North" _ 01
GEO:
Sedlovataya Luda. Loukhi District, the White Sea. Northern Karelia

Calypso

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