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).
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wow, that's wonderful.
Yes, I think so too :-)
I'm very honored. Thanks to both of you.
M-)
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