No 74
and still
children will be born and lifted forward
in the flickering light of the summer wind
under the winter night’s high vault over darkness
still fumbling and finding their self in labourers`
movements and sensing the odor of spring
and transformation
here
(74 from kjensla av at det ikkje regnar andre stader enn her 2004 translated into english by Hilde Petra Brungot)
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