Wednesday 27 March 2019

05-19




first
daffodils

                     hat off

my cocoon
of light

                     to the March wind

endures

                     literally


.


første
påskeliljer

                    hatten af

min kokon
af lys

                   for martsvinden

holder

                  bogstavelig
                  talt

Friday 22 March 2019

04-19 sequence


our flight of night lilies takes us to crow mountain

your
fingers

                it begins
                with

how they
open

                silence

the dream
net

                where it
                ends

.

vort fly af natliljer fører os til kragebjerget

dine
fingre

                 det begynder
                 med

som de
åbner

                 stilhed

drømmenettet

                 hvor det
                 ender


*

digging now into our flesh daylight and the walls that should have guided us

a harp string

                    say
                    you remember
                    the summer

where
your bridge

                    where our
                    glass faces
                    cracked

should
have been

                    and our flies
                    left us


nu gravende sig ind i vort kød dagslys og væggene der skulle ha’ vejledt os

en
harpestreng

                    sig
                    at du husker
                    sommeren

hvor
din bro

                   hvor vore
                  glasansigter
                  revnede

sku’
ha’ været

                  og vore fluer
                  forlod os

*

so you left your finger pointing at a butterfly and a rusty bicycle

when
the clouds
finally
burst
                  prayer

we
were
full

                  reyarp

of coots

                  prayer

.

so du efterlod din finger pegende på en sommerfugl og en rusten cykel

da
skyerne
endelig
bristede

                   bøn

var
vi
fulde

                   nøb

af
blishøns

                   bøn