Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Three Traditional Latvian Midsummer Songs

 Who's a Mother, Who's a Maid? 

 Who's a mother, who's a maid?

 No way to tell, Midsummer's Eve, 

when maid and mother alike

wear crowns of green oak leaves.

 

 Hey Guys, Midsummer's Eve 

Hey guys, Midsummer's Eve:

let's go look for girls.

Strangely enough, the farther we go,

the prettier they get.

 

Midsummer's Eve I Keep My Eye

Midsummer's Eve I keep

my eye on the Evening Star:

wherever I see her rising, that's

where my bride is growing up.

 

 

 

tr. Steven Posch

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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