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for

as

long

as

it

takes

                not a word

r

a

i

n

                 about or to

                 November's

                 darkness

r

a

i

n

                 it might just keep

                 hanging around

for

så

længe

det'

nødvendigt

                   ikke et ord

r

e

g

n

                   om eller til

                   novembers mørke

r

e

g

n

                  vi ku' risikere

                  det blev hængende

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theorising

abt what

writing is

                        if it's any

                        comfort

in writing

                        the word

and the emptiness

grows

                        was is and will be

at teoretisere

om hvad

at skrive er

                         hvis det

                         er en trøst

i skrift

                         ordet

og tomheden

vokser

                         var er og vil forblive

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mucus glands

are alright

                          most of the day

I think

                          which isn't long

                          in November

when they don't

act up

                           wind

                           from the North

slimhinder

er gode nok

                           det meste af dagen

mener jeg

                           som ikke er lang

                           i november

når de ikke

skaber sig

                           vind

                           fra nord

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constantly

out of sync

                       an endless

                       universe

an hour

pushed back

                        and apparently

                        an endless need

to when

I sleep

                        for new

                        Wallanders

altid

ude af sync

                        et uendeligt

                        univers

en time

skubbet tilbage

                         og et tilsyneladende

                         endeløst behov

til når

jeg sover

                          for nye

                          Wallandere

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Western

wind

                 as light retreats

                 from the evening land

                 (and the evening land's evening land)

nothing

symmetrical

                  darkness and dogs

about it

                   surface

vestenvinden

                       som lyset forsvinder

                       fra aftenlandet

                       (og aftenlandets aftenland)

intet

symmetrisk

                       kommer mørke og hunde

ved dén

                        frem

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autumn

                       while time

                       gnaws away

                       bones and thoughts

at least

sleep

                       red

comes

in colours

                       apples

efterår

                        mens tiden

                        gnaver ben

                        og tanker væk

i det mindste

kommer søvnen

                         røde

i farver

                         æbler

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for

the time

being

                   Aleppo

                   if u could

                   only say

the wind

                   what happens

                   on tv

seems

endless

                    stays

                    on tv

for

tiden

                   Aleppo

                   hvis man bare

                   ku' sige

synes

vinden

                    det, er sker

                    i fjernsynet

endeløs

                    forbliver

                    i fjernsynet

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mid

October

                     down

                     to a whisper

and I'm

back

                     the wind rests

on the dark side

of the sun

                     on a Sunday

midt

oktober

                     dæmpet

                     til en hvisken

og jeg er

tilbage

                     hviler vinden

på den mørke

side af solen

                      på en søndag

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home

again

                  in the field

                  of crows

the rain

is

                  night is born

where

I left it

                  in the deepest

                  furrow

hjemme

igen

                  på kragemarken

regnen

er

                  fødes natten

hvor jeg

efterlod den

                  i den dybeste

                  plovfure

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coming

home

                       Be still and ...

I make

a turn

                       it rains

before the road

does

                        from the cloud

                        of unknowing

hjemkomst

                         Vær stille og ...

jeg drejer

                         det regner

før vejen

gør det

                        fra uvidenhedens

                        sky