• Язык:
    Новонорвежский (Nynorsk)



Øyane hadde alt tatt på
ein gjennomsiktig vår som lyste,
men nei, Neva, ho er så brå.
Så lett ho skifter og blir dyster.

Gå opp på brua og sjå ned:
isflak etter flak seg kastar,
giftiggrønne syng dei med
ei gruvekkande slangerasling.

Mot geografen slåst ein drøm
der desse tynger tanken hans,
ukjende kontinent på svøm
der omriss skifter utan stans.

Slik luktar det av råskne soppar,
ei lukt så svak og svevande,
i kjellarar med løynde kroppar
der berre frosk går levande.

Elva er sjuk i feberduren.
Det finst berre ein som ser det
går hans veg, i villdyrburet,
den kvite isbjørnen, han gler det.

Han veit han ikkje er ein slave
at fengslet hans er tankespinn:
Og nå kjem sjølve Nordishavet
og stør han så han fridom vinn.

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