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    Новонорвежский (Nynorsk)

Papegøyen

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Eg – papegøyen frå eit lyst arkipelag,
bur nå i romkvadratet til ein trollkar.
Rundt meg er globusar, papir og kolbar,
og gamlinghosten, klokka sine slag.

La gå at når han manar, i eit jag
av stemmer, blikket stikk som kården stålkald,
blæs skrekk og mot opp vengefjøra solka,
mot skuggeugler går eg straks til slag...

La gå! Men knapt har cella til min særling
fått vitjing, ein som søker hell i kjærleik
og spel, ein ryggeslaus med gullsydd frakk, –

da ser eg skuta i ei bukt så herlig
i blikkstille og sol ... men fåfengt snakk
kan ikkje gløyme, løyndommen er uærlig.

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She

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The Red Sea

Greetings, Red Sea, shark soup, / Negro bath, sand cauldron! / Like stone cactus flowers / limestone, not moss, blooms on your cliffs. / / Sea-monsters swept up by the tide lie dying / in anguish, out on your islands / in the burning sand: octopi, tritons, swordfish. / / From Afr...

The Sick Man

Only one thing torments my delirium: / how certain sharp lines go on for ever, / and a bell rings and rings and rings / like a clock marking off eternity. / / Just so, after death, / eyes stare into darkness / (the agonized hope of resurrection) / trying to see familiar visions. / ...

Offensive

This country could have been paradise: / it’s a den of fire. / We've been advancing for four days, / we’ve not eaten for four days. / / In this strange, bright hour / we don’t need earth’s bread: / the Lord’s Word / is better nourishment. / / The b...

The Cathedral at Padua

Marvellous, and sad - yes, that’s what this temple / is - a joy, a temptation, a threat. / Eyes exhausted with desire / bum in the slits of confessional windows. / / The organ melody rises, falls, / then swells fuller and more terrible, / like blood in dark church-granite veins ...