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only a slight change from dark grey

to not-as-dark grey tells me it’s day

when from
the North

                      another dead fly

the wind’s
faces

                      on the table

have teeth

                      as a reminder

.

kun et lille skift fra mørkegrå

til knap så mørkegrå siger mig det er dag

når den er
i nord

                       endnu en død flue

har vindens
ansigter

                       på bordet

tænder

                       som en påmindelse

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He will come He will come He has never been away

not just
symbolically

                           washing windows

the sun

                          hemmed in

shines

                         behind and before

.

Han vil komme Han vil komme Han har aldrig været væk

ikke kun
symbolsk

                        vasker vinduer

skinner

                        omsluttet

solen

                        forfra og bagfra

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stars and you don’t even have to try

given
time

                          C-19 restrictions

the absence
of light

                          the city’s almost
                          as quiet

will become
a coat of lead

                          as my village

.

stjerner og du behøver ikke engang at anstrenge dig

med
tiden

                         C-19 restriktioner

bliver

lysets
fravær

                         storbyen er næsten
                         lige så stille

en frakke

af bly

                         som min landsby

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someone left a box of night in the street

last time
I was here

                             without a will
                             of its own

La Mer

                             the ice-age rock

 

filled the hollows

of the city

                             between the swans

.

nogen efterlod en kasse med nat på gaden

sidste gang
jeg var her

                         uden egen vilje

fyldte
La Mer

                         istidsstenen

storbyens
hulheder

                          mellem svanerne

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then you hear your voice bound to time

before

The One

                       last

                       cornflowers

you are

a glass bell

                     this is
                     where

hammering

away

                      blue begins

at

darkness

                       and ends

.

så hører du din stemme bundet af tid

foran

Den Ene

                     de sidste

                     kornblomster

er du

en glasklokke

                      det er her

der hamrer

løs

                      blå begynder

på

mørket

                      og ender