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Elefantungen

Слонёнок

Ein elefantunge som elskar deg,
fødd er han i Berlin eller Paris,
han stampar rundt med vattfjørande steg
heime hos dyrehagedirektøren.

By han ikkje franske croissantar,
by han ikkje gamle, seige kålblad,
ein mandarinbåt berre kan han ete,
ein sukkerbete eller ein konfekt.

Gråt ikkje, snille deg, når påfunn gjør han
til lått for bermen i det trange buret,
når dei blæs sigarrrøyk opp i nasen hans,
betjentane, til hyl frå midinetter.

Tenk ikkje, kjære, at ein dag vil komme
da sinnet fer i han, og han riv sund
lenka, og spring i byen, som ein buss
tar til å velte skrikarar for fote.

Nei, la han komme i ein morgondrøm
i koppar og brokade, strutsefjør,
som han, den majestetiske, som bar
Hannibal mot Rom som skalv i grunnen.

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Yet All But Once

Yet all but once you’ll reminisce of me / And of my world mysterious and thrilling, / The quirky world of songs and fervency, / But among all, unique and undeceiving. / / It could have been yours also, but alas, / It was too much for you, or was too scanty, / I must have ...

Autumn

An orange-red sky... / A gusty wind shakes / The bloody cluster of rowan berries. / I chase the fleeing horse / Past the glass hothouse, / Past the trellises of the old park, / And past the swan pond. / Alongside me runs / My shaggy, red-haired dog, / Who is dearer to me / Than e...

Cain’s Descendants

He didn’t deceive us, that sad, somber spirit / Who wears the morning star as pseudonym / And said: "Shun not the highest gain, nor fear it: / Taste of the fruit and you will equal Him." / / Instantly, for the youth, all roads lay open, / And for old men, all mysteries to know, / ...

The Worker

He’s standing there, beside the glowing furnace, / A small man, probably older than you’d think. / His gaze is peaceful, seems almost submissive / From the way his reddened eyelids blink. / / All his workmates have knocked off - they’re sleeping / But he’s still ...

The Lost Tram

I was walking an obscure route / And abruptly I heard caws of crows, / A distant thunder and a tinkling lute: / A rushing tram was really close. / / How I leapt to its step / Is still a mystery to me. / It left a fiery track beyond itself / Which even in the daylight I could see. ...

The Word

That day when over world newborn / God would reveal his face / Sun could be stopped by word alone / Word could destroy a place / / Hawks dared not to strike their wings / The stars drew closer to the Moon / When as aurora in the skies / A word would drift along / / A number was...