Der eg er

Fuglane der oppe
høgt høgt
under himmelen
Og du
der borte i vegen
med ballen din
heilt heilt
der borte i vegen
Og eg
beint her
berre beint her
eg må alltid vera der
som eg er

Der eg er//Rune Belsvik

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Restless Ghost

The wasp’s paper nest hung all winter.
Sun, angled in low and oblique,
Backlit—with cold fever—the dull lantern.

Emptied, the dangled nest drew him:
Gray. Translucent. At times an heirloom
Of glare, paper white as burning ash.

Neither destination nor charm, the nest
Possessed a gravity, lured him, nonetheless,
And he returned to behold the useless globe

Eclipse, wane and wax. He returned,
A restless ghost in a house the wind owns,
And the wind went right through him.

Eric Pankey

Restless Ghost av Eric Pankey er ukas dikt. Happy Halloween!