04-20

so much like and unlike a window lake

on

the hill

                     a feather -

you wear

words

                     enough

                     to tip

down

to their

source

of silence

                     the sea

.

så lig og ulig et vindue søen

på

bakken

                     en fjer -

slider du

ord

                     nok

                     til at tippe

ned

til deres

kildes

stilhed

                    havet

03-20

waiting for the storm in the thimble with Tarkovky’s horses

riff

after

riff

                 by now

warblers

drill

holes

                the kois

in

winter

                will have

                rusted away

.

venter på stormen i fingerbøllet med Tarkovskijs heste

riff

efter

riff

                    nu

borer

sangfugle

                    må karperne

huller

i vinteren

                   være

                   rustet væk