Tuesday 23 October 2012

Poem by the Norwegian writer
Helge Torvund


Eg føddest på ei slette

Eg føddest på ei slette
der havet var
lyd og strålar

Eg voks opp
til lyssmed

I dag
skin gardina
i aprilvinden
Musikken stig
og i min kropp
banker eg
lyset inn.


I was born on a plain

I was born on a plain
where the sea was
sound and rays

I grew up to be
a lightsmith

Today
the curtain gleams
in the April wind
The music rises
and into my body
I hammer
in light.

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