Saturday 22 February 2020

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

bakken

                     en fjer -

slider du
ord

                     nok
                     til at tippe

ned
til deres
kildes
stilhed

                    havet

Saturday 8 February 2020

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