.: The Bridge...

.: The Bridge...: I have come a long way today; On a strange bridge alone. Remembering friends, old friends, People I though was my friends. I rest, w...

The Bridge...

I have come a long way today;
On a strange bridge alone.
Remembering friends, old friends,
People I though was my friends.
I rest, without smile or moan,
As they remember me without 
Smile or moan.

All are behind, the kind and the
Unkind too, no more to-night than a
Dream.
The stream runs softly yet drowns the
Past.
The dark-lit stream has drowned the
future and the Past...

No traveller has rest more blest than 
This moment brief between two lives,
When the Night's first lights and shades
Hide what has never been,
things goodlier, lovelier, dearer,
Than will be or have been.

.: Du vil reise ut og se litt i verdens sol, lille ve...

.: Du vil reise ut og se litt i verdens sol, lille ve...: Du skal gå ombord i flyet, ut i verden du vil fare ! Jeg skal være deg foruten, aldri vite hvor du drar ? Men jeg deg glemme aldri. ...

Du vil reise ut og se litt i verdens sol, lille venn. Godt, jeg vil til avskjed vinke. Og du vinker vel igjen ?

Du skal gå ombord i flyet,
ut i verden du vil fare !
Jeg skal være deg foruten,
aldri vite hvor du drar ?
Men jeg deg glemme aldri.

.: The politician's in power !

.: The politician's in power !: This is no case of petty right or wrong That politicians or philosophers How do the self "big" favours Are big patriot'...

.: Bee, Bees... Against Idleness and Mischief.

.: Bee, Bees... Against Idleness and Mischief.: How doth the little busy Bee Improve each shinning Hour, And gather Honey all the day From ev'ry op'ning flove'r ! How sk...

.: Derute i natten er det latter og dans. Champagnen ...

.: Derute i natten er det latter og dans. Champagnen ...: Og Faen ta den vakre pike i fanget, og de to danser, på de løv-hengende voller. Og mot himmelen den blå går en helvetes glad sang. Og Fa...

.: Hva galt har havet gjort ? Det har jo bare speile...

.: Hva galt har havet gjort ? Det har jo bare speile...: På bryggen, her ved sjøen, starter timene sin vandring mens solen lar seg trekke over vannet som et speilegg.

.: 'I see that the trible has caught up with us,'...

.: 'I see that the trible has caught up with us,'...: This is the comic destiny...  The day after the day of the 17/5- ? ... Said Old Man... ' Skeletons, I think,' said Old Woman. ...

.: Beside you, prone, my naked skins finds fault in t...

.: Beside you, prone, my naked skins finds fault in t...: Ring the big bells, cook the cow, put on your silver locket. The landlord is knocking at the door and I've got the rent in my pocke...

.: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...

.: Store problemer skjenkte vi en og annen tanke, men...

.: The Bridge - The Traveler - The Rest...

.: The Bridge - The Traveler - The Rest...: The Bridge I have come a long way today; On a strange bridge alone. Remembering friends, old friends, I rest, without smile or moan,...

.: The politician's in power !

.: The politician's in power !: This is no case of petty right or wrong That politicians or philosophers How do the self "big" favours Are big patriot'...

.: The politician's in power !

.: The politician's in power !: This is no case of petty right or wrong That politicians or philosophers How do the self "big" favours Are big patriot'...

The politician's in power !

This is no case of petty right or wrong
That politicians or philosophers
How do the self "big" favours
Are big patriot's and give each other 
"FAT DEALS"
I have not chosen between justice and injustice
But nice to get a part of...
And from my "buddies" get some...
But we reduce the poor pension's
"MORE TO US"
Than later in the storm smoking along the wind
Athwart the wood.
Two witches' cauldrons roar.
From on the weather shall rise clear and gay;
Let us take the risk, but it is no risk, we are the law;
We have the power, we make the rules.
Doesn't  matter what they say.
"AS LONG AS WE GET RE-ELECTED"
Little I know or care if, being dull;
We lose what never slaves and cattle blessed.
We have the power, we make the rules...
And as we love ourselves, we do what we like.
As long as it benefit ourselves.

.: Moder, i ditt milde øie speiler seg en himmelsk fr...

.: Moder, i ditt milde øie speiler seg en himmelsk fr...: Mother, in your soft eyes, Reflected a heavenly peace, And our Father in the highest, Let the sun lovely go down...  I ne`er was...

.: Der Krieg ist nichts als eine Fortsetzung des poli...

.: Der Krieg ist nichts als eine Fortsetzung des poli...: If you wish to avoid foreign collision,  you had better abandon the ocean... Gestern liebt` ich, Heute leid` ich, Morgen sterb` ich ...

.: Kommer det ny støtte under et gammelt hus, står de...

.: Kommer det ny støtte under et gammelt hus, står de...: Ditt hjerte banker i mitt øre ditt blod strømmer i min hånd I blind sol brenner vi som nye kloder Til du våkner og ler i en storm ...

.: Det vi ga, har vi - Det vi brukte, hadde vi - Det ...

.: Det vi ga, har vi - Det vi brukte, hadde vi - Det ...: One after another, hard-pressed waves Curl in the green motion And hiss white foam into The brownness of sea shores Leisurely clouds ...

.: Ål er Ål, han er alltid sleip og holde--- Slik som...

.: Ål er Ål, han er alltid sleip og holde--- Slik som...: Ny Norsk baksmell i Åle-fiske ! Sportsjournalistene i den lokale avis, og som har hatt trøbbel med maven under deltagelse i årets åle-fi...

.: Whoever would like to sum up the principal feature...

.: Whoever would like to sum up the principal feature...: There are some days when each person I meet, and even more the daily, obligatory social contact, acquire a symbolic aspect, and whether ...

.: Meanwhile...

.: Meanwhile...: Generations pass, Have space to move; If fields are fenced, a path is free. Epochs pass, They measure time, But my days - delays ...

.: El gran espejo --- The Gigant Mirror...

.: El gran espejo --- The Gigant Mirror...: El gran espejo... Vivimos bajo el gran espejo. ;El hombre es azul ! ;Hosanna ! The Gigant Mirror We live beneat a gigant mirr...

El gran espejo --- The Gigant Mirror...

El gran espejo...

Vivimos
bajo el gran espejo.
;El hombre es azul !
;Hosanna !


The Gigant Mirror

We live beneat
a gigant mirror.
Man is blue !
Hosanna !

.: Sin ningún viento - Without any wind...

.: Sin ningún viento - Without any wind...: Sin ningún viento, ;hazme caso ! Gira, corazon.  Without any wind - Look sharp !- Turn, heart. Turn my heart.

Sin ningún viento - Without any wind...

Sin ningún viento,
;hazme caso !
Gira, corazon. 

Without any wind
- Look sharp !-
Turn, heart.
Turn my heart.

.: A kiss on the head...

.: A kiss on the head...: A kiss on the head -wipes away misery. I kiss your head. A kiss on the eyes - takes away sleeplessness. I kiss your eyes. A kiss o...

A kiss on the head...

A kiss on the head -wipes away misery.
I kiss your head.

A kiss on the eyes - takes away sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.

A kiss on the lips - quenches the deepest thirst.
I kiss your lips.

A kiss on the head - wipes away memory.
I kiss your head.

.: "Whatever stops is death...

.: "Whatever stops is death...: Whatever stops is death, and is our death If it stops for us. That very shrub now Withering, takes with it Part of my present life. ...

"Whatever stops is death...

Whatever stops is death, and is our death
If it stops for us.
That very shrub now
Withering, takes with it
Part of my present life.
In everything I saw part of me remained
With all I saw that moves I too move.
Nor does memory distinguish
What I saw from what I was.

.: " If at times I say that flowers smile" How is not...

.: " If at times I say that flowers smile" How is not...: If at time I say that flowers smile And if I should say that rivers sing, It's  not because I think there are smiles in flowers A...

" If at times I say that flowers smile" How is not fare away...

If at time I say that flowers smile
And if I should say that rivers sing,
It's  not because I think there are smiles in flowers
And songs in rivers'running...
It's because the way I make deluded men better sense
The truly real existence of flowers and rivers.

Because I write for them to read me
I sacrifice myself at times
To their stupidity of feeling ...
I don't agree with myself yet I forgive myself
Because I'm solely that serious thing - an interpreter of
Nature ---
Because there are men who don't understand its language,
Being no language at all.

I don't understand ---
--- Nature and it's creation.

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on, but, don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I do...

.: Corazón nuevo...

.: Corazón nuevo...: Mi corazón.como una sierpe, se ha desprendido de su piel, y aquí la miro entre mis dedos, llena de heridas y de miel. Los pensamien...

.: Godsvognen...

.: Godsvognen...: Jeg har vekslet inn på feil spor og står som ensom vogn mot buffertren. Trist ser jeg mot skogbrynets visne kanter. Kommer det et to...

.: The blizzard whirled the world. Again it snowed, I...

.: The blizzard whirled the world. Again it snowed, I...: Fresh paths for light to reach the  windows low more often wooden  spades were forced to make. It scarcely cleared when well-craned ...

The blizzard whirled the world. Again it snowed, In crazy pellets or in fuzzy flakes.

Fresh paths for light to reach the 
windows low more often wooden 
spades were forced to make.

It scarcely cleared when well-craned
creaking, and housewives drew fresh
water with a pile.
Then from its tether broke the 
blizzard bleakly, again above the forest
trees to wail.

One days like these all journeys we forget.
It's good to get together in one home
and rest, and weave the artel fishing net,
and sing our songs - there's always time
for some ! -
And joke and dream of halcyon days to
come.

A pair of magic boots would do tonight,
a flying carpet and a lusty bay no snow-blocked
roads, no blizzards can dismay,
who, only tell him: run along ! -and right
To Oslo he will take you- all the way
no cold, no jolts to blemish your delight.

" My good friend "
Tell us a tale, good soul !"
" Once upon a time..."
The men kept drinking,
While the snow still fell,
Meantime ? What...

.: Den som undres lite, han lite vet... Små sorger ...

.: Den som undres lite, han lite vet... Små sorger ...: Det er bedre med en rolig stund, enn ti med uro ! Hva lykke er ? Gå på en gressgrodd sti langs Molbek. Klø sine ferske myggestikk ...

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...: This is all the story of Solomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste, He fussed and work and toiled all frothing And at the end o...

.: 'But where do you go?'

.: 'But where do you go?': What's the best ting in the world? I do not know... Perhaps: Sweet south-wind, That means no rain; Truth, not cruel to a friend; P...

.: Democracy is the name we give the people whenever ...

.: Democracy is the name we give the people whenever ...: Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition... All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam. Far from the old folks at home.

Democracy is the name we give the people whenever we need them... Do we need them?

Praise the Lord and pass the
ammunition...

All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam.
Far from the old folks at home.

.: De la raiz amarga...

.: De la raiz amarga...: Hay una raíz amarga y un mundo de mil terrazas. Ni la mano mas pequeña quiebra la puerta del agua. ;Donde vas, adonde, donde? Hay...

De la raiz amarga...

Hay una raíz amarga
y un mundo de mil terrazas.

Ni la mano mas pequeña
quiebra la puerta del agua.

;Donde vas, adonde, donde?
Hay un cielo de mil ventanas
- batalla de abejas lívidas -
y hay una raíz amarga.

.: The Spilled Blood in Syria...

.: The Spilled Blood in Syria...: I don't want to see it! Tell the moon to come, for I don't want to see Syria's blood on the sand. I don't want to see it! The wi...

The Spilled Blood in Syria...

I don't want to see it!

Tell the moon to come,
for I don't want to see
Syria's blood on the sand.

I don't want to see it!

The wide-open moon.
A horse of unmoving clouds,
and the gray bullring of dream
with willows at its graveyards. 

I don't want to see it!

Remembering dead bodies,
Send words to the Lord
to bring their tiny whiteness!
Of all the cruel things happens
with the people of Syria.

I don't want to see it!

I don't want to see it!

.: Februar...

.: Februar...: Svak sol i disse uker. Februar har gjort oss mindre. Sne som tynger. Holkeføre. Is som knuger oss inne. Vi kan ingenting gjøre. ...

Februar...

Svak sol i disse uker.
Februar har gjort oss mindre.
Sne som tynger.
Holkeføre.
Is som knuger oss inne.
Vi kan ingenting gjøre.

Vi kan heller ikke be om å
bli større.
Fugler og mus og vintervær
må på våre vegne spørre.

Men kanskje Mars og April
vil hente vår hjertevarme tilbake.
Sammen vil vi tålmodig vente,
liten sol i disse dager.

.: To trust people is a luxury in which only the weal...

.: To trust people is a luxury in which only the weal...: The poor cannot always reach  those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape  from those whom they no longer  love.....

To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; The poor cannot afford it...

The poor cannot always reach 
those whom they want to love,
and they can hardly ever escape 
from those whom they no longer 
love...

Necessity never made a
good bargain.

.: Mine tanker flyr som høns... Mine dikt ser jeg som...

.: Mine tanker flyr som høns... Mine dikt ser jeg som...: Elsk dette: Isete strand Nakne stener og fuglene - de vandrende i tett kratt skog: I-bland mistet håp men med paradisets i sin...

Mine tanker flyr som høns... Mine dikt ser jeg som en spøk, spøk... som ur-skoge med trær og lange skygger.

Elsk dette:
Isete strand
Nakne stener
og fuglene - de vandrende
i tett kratt skog:
I-bland mistet håp
men med paradisets i sine vinger -

.: Initum...

.: Initum...: Adam & Eve. The serpent cracked the mirror in a thousand pics, & the apple was his rock...

.: Initum...

.: Initum...: Adam & Eve. The serpent cracked the mirror in a thousand pics, & the apple was his rock...

Initum...

Adam & Eve.

The serpent cracked
the mirror
in a thousand pics,
& the apple
was his rock...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on, but, don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I do...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...: Everlasting peace is a dream,  and not even a pleasant one;  Say some... do they think ? Look at Africa... Very bad, how can be summar...

.: Say not the struggle nought availeth. The labour a...

.: Say not the struggle nought availeth. The labour a...: If hopes were dupes, fears may be liar's; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for yo...

.: Lightly, quickly, soft...

.: Lightly, quickly, soft...: Lightly, quickly, soft, A bird song Climbs the sky as day Begins. I listen - it is gone. It seemed to stop only because I listened...

.: Det kommer mindre an på å vinne alle slag, men en ...

.: Det kommer mindre an på å vinne alle slag, men en ...: Hver farve i vinterens skrud smelter i hver linje. Solen kommer smått enn om sent. Himmelens dype kulde og de fallende løvblader...

.: Godsvognen...

.: Godsvognen...: Jeg har vekslet inn på feil spor og står som ensom vogn mot buffertren. Trist ser jeg mot skogbrynets visne kanter. Kommer det et to...

.: Corazón nuevo...

.: Corazón nuevo...: Mi corazón.como una sierpe, se ha desprendido de su piel, y aquí la miro entre mis dedos, llena de heridas y de miel. Los pensamien...

Corazón nuevo...

Mi corazón.como una sierpe,
se ha desprendido de su piel,
y aquí la miro entre mis dedos,
llena de heridas y de miel.

Los pensamientos que anidaron
en tus arrugas ;donde están ?  
;Donde las rosas que aromaron
a Jesucristo y a Satan ?

;Pobre envoltura que ha oprimido
a mi fantástico lucero !
Gris pergamino dolorido
de lo que quise y ya no quiero.

Yo veo en ti fetos de ciencias,
momias de verso y esqueletos
de mis antiguas inocencias
y mis románticos secretos.

;Te colgare sobre los muros
de mi musco sentimental,
junto a los gélidos y oscuros
lirios durmientes de mi mal ?

;O te pondré sobre los pinos
- libro doliente de mi amor -
para que sepas de los trinos
que da a la aurora el ruiseñor ?

.: Corazón nuevo...

.: Corazón nuevo...: Mi corazón, como una sierpe, se ha desprendido de su piel, y aquí la miro entre mis dedos, llena de heridas y de miel.

Corazón nuevo...

Mi corazón, como una sierpe,
se ha desprendido de su piel,
y aquí la miro entre mis dedos,
llena de heridas y de miel.

.: Árbol de canción...

.: Árbol de canción...: Cana de voz y gesto, una vez y otra vez tiembla sin esperanza en el aire de ayer. La nina suspirando lo quería coger; pero llegab...

Árbol de canción...

Cana de voz y gesto,
una vez y otra vez
tiembla sin esperanza
en el aire de ayer.

La nina suspirando
lo quería coger;
pero llegaba siempre
un minuto después.

;Ay sol ! ;Ay luna, luna !
Un minuto después.
Sesenta flores grises
enredaban sus pies.

Mira como se mece
una vez y otra vez,
virgen de flor y rama,
en el aire de ayer...

.: Våren sitter bak en sten... og ler.

.: Våren sitter bak en sten... og ler.: Våren sitter bak en sten -og ler med snø i blikket. Med hvilket håp vil jeg stå opp - og vandre dagene i møte med håp. Med hvilken ...

Våren sitter bak en sten... og ler.

Våren sitter bak en sten
-og ler med snø i blikket.
Med hvilket håp vil jeg stå opp
- og vandre dagene i møte med håp.
Med hvilken iver griper meg i å
-utforske verden !
Solen er som en flaske med gyllen vin
- og månen er som klart kilde vann.
Og verden er ny og alle gleder seg
- til våren.

.: Meanwhile...

.: Meanwhile...: Generations pass, Have space to move; If fields are fenced, a path is free. Epochs pass, They measure time, But my days - delays ...

Meanwhile...

Generations pass,
Have space to move;
If fields are fenced,
a path is free.

Epochs pass,
They measure time,
But my days - delays
My years - to wait...

Haven't I now seen
the entire round?
Isn't all that's real
but a play's interval?

Life - the moment of death ?
Youth - a day's hair turned white ?...
My world - just
Her tragic fate ?

.: Feelings...

.: Feelings...: Feelings - are like Syrian war...  A cry full of war, And like the current Hell of Whispering madness. And like a long plait of blo...

Feelings...

Feelings - are like Syrian war... 
A cry full of war,
And like the current Hell of
Whispering madness.

And like a long plait of blooded hair
On which a widower sacrifices...
Like a loss of...

Madness. 

.: Oh Guitarra !

.: Oh Guitarra !: La Guitarra                                                    The Guitar Empieza el llanto                                   ...

.: Eternal Questions...

.: Eternal Questions...: What d'you hold holy ? Where is your  Base ? Who is your model ? Tolstoy - Ibsen Again ? My hunting-gun idle Till autumn arrives...

Eternal Questions...

What d'you hold holy ?
Where is your 
Base ?
Who is your model ?
Tolstoy - Ibsen
Again ?

My hunting-gun idle
Till autumn arrives,
I languish struggling
With these and the like.

Tiresome, damnable,
Long out of fashion,
Naive, infantile
Eternal questions.

"Love thy neighbour?
Sing glory to life?"
And what if I'm unable
To sing or to love ?

"Protect the weak ?
Contain the strong ?"
What if I can't ?
What if I won't ?
What if away from
My pathway I've wandered ?

I probe a new notion,
All dogma spurning:
"What if consigned ?
Is not class-determined ?

"What if we mustn't
shrug off
All pettiness,
Falsehood
And corruption
As of the past
Vestiges ?"

I'm lost and I'm bogged,
I cannot see straight.
I've no faith in God,
And I'm at odds with Satan ?
I'M ???

.: Knock, knock ! --- Tan, tan...

.: Knock, knock ! --- Tan, tan...: Tan, tan. ;Quien es ? El Otoño otra vez. ;que quiere de mi? El frescor de tu sien. No te lo quiero dar. Yo te lo quitare. Tan,ta...

Knock, knock ! --- Tan, tan...

Tan, tan.
;Quien es ?
El Otoño otra vez.
;que quiere de mi?
El frescor de tu sien.
No te lo quiero dar.
Yo te lo quitare.

Tan,tan.
;Quien es?
El otoño otra vez.

 

Knock, knock.
Who's there ?
Autumn again
What do you want?
The coolness of your temple.
You can't have it.
I'll take it.

Knock, knock!
Who's there?
Autumn again.

But we dream about ...
Perhaps summer or ?

Pero soñar?
Quizás verano ... O?

.: Dreams about the sun...

.: Dreams about the sun...: Norm of breast and hip under the stretching bough; old and newly born, virtue of the spring. My naked body yearns to be the dahlia ...

Dreams about the sun...

Norm of breast and hip
under the stretching bough;
old and newly born,
virtue of the spring.
My naked body yearns to be
the dahlia of your destiny,
bee, murmur or wine
of your number and madness.
But my love goes on seeking
pure madness of breeze and trill.

.: Dibujo del sol...

.: Dibujo del sol...: Norma de seno y cadera bajo la rama tendida, antigua y recién nacida virtud de la primavera. Ya mi desnudo quisiera ser dalia de tu...

Dibujo del sol...

Norma de seno y cadera
bajo la rama tendida,
antigua y recién nacida
virtud de la primavera.
Ya mi desnudo quisiera
ser dalia de tu destino,
abeja, rumor o vino
de tu numero y locura;
pero mi amor busca pura
locura de brisa y trino.