Wednesday, December 28, 2016

poem / digt

a keen eye for a womanly figure
                                         disappearing
the One in the berry
the silent One
who dreamed you into a city of straw
and one of fire

listen to how his steps are in the water


a keen ear for the music
                       of those with hands
the One in the berry
the Expanding One
who dreamed you onto a coast of stones
and one of snails

listen to how his steps are in the water


                    you turn on your heel
                   and your heap of ashes

                   'I have seen' you think
                                       and the frost spreads
                    to a shell on that coast
                    in that city (which?)
                    in that limb
                    you used to hide the night in


listen to how his steps are in the water
in the city
on the coast
of frost




et vågent øje for en kvindelig figur
                                               der forsvinder
Den i bærret
Den Stille Ene
som drømte dig ind i en by af strå
og én af ild

hør hvordan hans skridt er i vandet

et vågent øre for musikken
                           af dem med hænder
Den i bærret
Den Ekspanderende
som drømte dig op på en kyst af sten
og én af snegle

hør hvordan hans skridt er i vandet


                      du vender om på din hæl
                      og din askebunke

                     'Jeg har set' tænker du
                     og frosten spreder sig
                     til en muslingeskal på dén kyst
                     i dén by (hvilken?)
                     i det lem
                     du plejede at gemme natten i


hør hvordan hans skridt er i vandet
i byen
på kysten
af frost

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