(for Anna, Ville & Harry)
The whole world
is the afternoon sunlight
through a window up here,
and voices downstairs
that I cannot make out;
a woman and two children,
perhaps a fairy tale
The whole world pulses
in the light and in the rising
and falling
of these voices
in the Swedish intonation
The whole of life has gathered in these voices,
in this light;
eternity on a brief visit
*
The whole world
is light through a high window,
voices below –
a woman, two children,
a fairy tale drifting
The whole world breathes
in light
and in the rise and fall
of a language’s song
All of life
gathered in light and voices –
eternity stopping by
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2026-02-04 at 13:16
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A Winter Afternoon
The whole world
is the afternoon sunlight
through a window up here,
and voices downstairs
that I cannot make out;
a woman and two children,
perhaps a fairy tale
The whole world pulses
in the light and in the rising
and falling
of these voices
in the Swedish intonation
The whole of life has gathered in these voices,
in this light;
eternity on a brief visit
*
The whole world
is light through a high window,
voices below –
a woman, two children,
a fairy tale drifting
The whole world breathes
in light
and in the rise and fall
of a language’s song
All of life
gathered in light and voices –
eternity stopping by
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Read 15 times
Written on 2026-02-04 at 13:16
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