søndag 27. mars 2011

Øystein Orten: POEMS IN ENGLISH

No 18

between one stone and the next
lie all the directions of the compass

north and south
like half-burnt boards of wood from a bonfire

the votive ship model is sailing

from west towards east
so that the sun never has the time to reach above the mountain
                                                                                                                           tops
before she is drowning in the ocean


(18 from kjensla av at det ikkje regnar andre stader enn her 2004 translated into english by Hilde Petra Brungot)

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