Country: Norway

  • Tone Hødnebø

    NOT the whispering branch,
    Nor the cool wind
    Nor the weak heart

    But a voice saying: go

  • Steinar Opstad

    I was not the sick but the prophet
    And I was not the prophet
    But the twofold person
    Who held his hands in front of him
    Now and then someone stroked my arms
    It was my mother and my father and they smiled
    Because inside my eyelids a congregation stood ready
    To lay me down or lift me up

  • Dag T. Straumsvåg

    Poetry International 11
    “The Codfish”

    Poetry International Weblog
    “The Codfish”

Steinar Opstad

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I was not the sick but the prophet
And I was not the prophet
But the twofold person
Who held his hands in front of him
Now and then someone stroked my arms
It was my mother and my father and they smiled
Because inside my eyelids a congregation stood ready
To lay me down or lift me up

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