6-23

 

5-23

in this city silence comes with background music

thaw

                     close

                     to winter solstice

a

loss

                     with

                     everyone

                     else

of

foot

prints

                     on the planet

           an ever-rolling Alleluia to make up a body to live in

.

i denne by kommer stilhed med baggrundsmusik

tøvejr

                     tæt på

                     vintersolhverv

et

tab

                     sammen med

                     alle andre

af

fodspor

                    på planeten

           et stedse rullende Halleluja for at lave en krop at leve i

4-23

 

.

 

 

03-23

.

 

 

 

 

02-23

exactly what is space when you’re holding it?

rain

between

                      in this city

passing

                     the sea’s

                     something

                     lost

showers

 

                    in other

                    people’s

                    past

          in these the last of days an unpopped popcorn

.

præcis hvad er rummet når du holder det?

regn

mellem

                          i denne by

forbigående

                          er havet

                          noget

                          mistet

byger

                         i andre

                         menneskers

                         fortid

           i disse de sidste tider et upoppet popcorn

1-23

what’s up, night? do you plan to eat all I can see?

it

could

                    utterly

                    doveless

be

                    we swirl

a

grave

                   in our

                   room

                   of rain

.

hvad så, nat? vil du spise alt jeg kan se?

det

kunne

                      komplet

                      dueløse

være

                     hvirvler

                     vi rundt

en

grav

                      i vort

                      værelse

                      af regn

08-22

 

indoors too I shelter the flame with a withered leaf

what
it comes
down

to:

                     in the 2^nd month

wash

the dishes

                     of November

sweep
the floor

                     an endless
                     wind

in
your
presence

               “You” you say and I am

.

også indendørs skærmer jeg flammen med et visnet blad

dette

er
essensen:

                       i novembers

vask
tallerknerne

                       2nden måned

fej

gulvet

                        en endeløs
                        vind

i

dit
nærvær

                   ”Du” siger du og jeg er

07-22

 

with every falling leaf the wind loses a tongue

gently

                              at the beginning

you take

me out

of time

                             or at the end

                             of words

and put me

back in

                            cornflowers

             … and on an ordinary Tuesday I recall your name

.

med hvert faldende blad mister vinden en tunge

nænsomt

                        ved begyndelsen

tager du

mig ud

af tiden

                        eller slutningen

                        af ord

og putter mig

tilbage

igen

                        kornblomster

             … og på en almindelig tirsdag genkalder jeg mig dit navn

06-22

 

now everyone’s rain

effortless

                                 among
                                 dust flowers

the chestnut tree

falls asleep

                                 and alder seeds

leaf

by leaf

                                I become

                   a solitary wish to return Your gaze

*

nu er alle regn

unden

anstrengelser

                          mellem
                          støvblomster

falder kastanjetræet

i søvn

                         og ellefrø

blad
for blad

                          bliver jeg til

               et enkelt ønske om at gengælde Dit blik

05-22

 

for no reason wiping away clouds with a blue finger

Wednesday

                             a surrender

and the scent
of autumn

                            without

waits

                            if’s and but’s

                 into the flame like a maple propeller

*

uden grund tørrer jeg skyer væk med en blå finger

onsdag

                           en overgivelse

og duften
af efterår

                           uden

venter

                          hvis’er og men’er

              ind i flammen som en ahornspropel