mandag 27. juli 2015

Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det hvem spurte jeg hva klokken var ? If I was dead without noticing it whom should I asked what time it was?



I am,
I am surrounded
by honeysuckle and wasteland,
by jackal and lightning,
by the enchanted perfume of lilacs:
I am,
I am surrounded
by days, months,
waters that I alone know,
by fingernails, fish, 
months that I alone establish,
I am,
I am surrounded
by the slender combatant foam
of the seaboard full of bells.
The scarlet shirt of soldiers and bombs...
Dark blood like autumn
poured on the ground...

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