I AM NOT THE LOVER YOU ASKED
FOR, that remorse-light gaze
through the winter mirror of the city
light, or softer cries
but like the darkness I yearn into you,
sink just as continuously as ill-timed.
As elaborate as
the difference between born and dead
----- Morten Øen (translated by David McDuff. From The Other Side of Landscape: An Anthology of Contemporary Nordic Poetry (2006).