Saturday 27 February 2021

03-21

in the moonlight another moonlight


you

rub


                     to
                     string


your
eyes


                    and
                    tune


till
you


                    a
                    spoon


think


                    to
                   begin


you
see


                    playing


some
one


                   a
                  lullaby


in
the
room


                   for
                   the

                   one


with
you


                  cloud
                  at

                  midnight


             one half of every mountain is a whisper

 

.

 

i månelyset et andet månelys


du
gnider


                at
                strenge


dine
øjne


                og
                stemme


til
du


                 en
                 ske


tror


                for
                at

                begynde


du
ser


                at
                spille


en
anden


                en
                vuggevise


i
stuen


                for
               den

               enlige


hvor
du
er


                sky

                på
                midnatshimlen


            den ene halvdel af hvert bjerg er en hvisken


 

Monday 15 February 2021

02-21

when you’re in it there’s no end to snow


mid

winter


                        the thumps


and

the rhythm


                        of old apples


of

your

heart


                         for the birds


merges


                         hitting the ground


with

the rhythm


                         apples

                        I meant

                        to throw


of

the prayer


                         at the moon


                 and in a dream everything is melting


.


når du er i den er der ingen ende på sne


mid

vinter


                      bumpene


når

dit


                     af de gamle æbler


hjertes

rytme


                      til fuglene


bliver

eet


                      når de rammer jorden


med

bønnens


                      æbler jeg ville kaste

 

rytme


                       mod månen



            og i en drøm smelter alting

Saturday 6 February 2021

01-21

there’s rumour about of snowdrops and eranthis


first


                    in
                    the course


sound
or
no sound


                    of
                    a dialogue


now


                     we
                     become


sound
and
no sound


                     always
                     seen


shapes
an apple


                     always
                     passing

                     through


                     leaving a shadow of stars and an empty hat


.


der løber et rygtet om vintergækker og erantis


først


                    i
                    løbet


lyd
eller
ingen lyd


                    af
                    en dialog


nu


                    bliver
                    vi til


lyd
og
ingen lyd


                    altid
                    sete


der
former
et æble


                    altid
                    på

                    gennemrejse


                    efterladende en skygge af stjerner og en tom hat