Friday, December 20, 2013

Julehåb










En rosenknop
en torn så hvas
et stik - og døden truer.
Men sprænges hjertet
af sin sorg
- til Gud min lid jeg huer.

En vintergæk
et forårsløg
et solstrejf over enge.
Dog knuger frosten
med sin hånd
- det grønnes inden længe.







Kamete

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Thursday, December 12, 2013

Thought-magic





And he carried the fairy-tale
in the hollow of his hand.
The sound that rose
rang like tiny bells
under water.
And the leaves of all trees
throughout the world
quivered...

With such a handful of imagination
one could travel
to foreign countries
and unknown spheres.
Or lie
on an awakening beach
amongst mother-of-pearl shells
bathed in the morning-light
with lungs filled up
by misty fog.
Listen to the sand-corns
talking sandish
and know
that only a slight bending
of the thought
would lie between this shore
and the pinnacles of the Himalayas.



Kamete

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