torsdag, april 26, 2007

I am not the lover you asked for

I AM NOT THE LOVER YOU ASKED
FOR, that remorse-light gaze
through the winter mirror of the city
light, or softer cries
muted year
by year

but like the darkness I yearn into you,
gather and
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).

4 kommentarer:

Vesper sa...

wow, that's wonderful.

HB sa...

Yes, I think so too :-)

Morten Øen sa...

I'm very honored. Thanks to both of you.

M-)

HB sa...

Så artig å få kommentar fra forfatteren! Fant det i Morgenbladet, så jeg satset på at det var greit å legge det ut. Flotte bilder på din blogg!