No 57
(drift)
it was the stubborn industrious ones
who cast their anchors here
who built up houses
and piers that forced themselves forward towards the light
it was we
born by ourselves
who woke up
at a border
lonesome birds
that floated up
in the dusk
and drifted with the current
towards grandfathers’ graves not formerly visited
and yet, deep inside us
a rhythm of sea air
deep inside us
the old ones who are struggling with the hay drying racks
and are rocking quietly back and forth
near the quays
(57 from kjensla av at det ikkje regnar andre stader enn her 2004 translated into english by Hilde Petra Brungot)
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