Translation from swedish: Pontus Landström
the rats danced in virgin snow
that night
behind the shed in
the port
stretched
up their hind legs
danced against
each other
in moonlight
everything was to be changed
these scenes
not of eternity
still timeless time
the cold of the winter night
is not cooling just then
it is that
living inside of me
circulating
pumped around
it is the blood
always something about it
too thick
to thin
too black
to red
in vain
the dance stops
up a cloud
obscures the moon
have this
never happened
Poetry by Bjarne Nordbö
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Written on 2009-03-30 at 20:19
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The Dance of the Rats
the rats danced in virgin snow
that night
behind the shed in
the port
stretched
up their hind legs
danced against
each other
in moonlight
everything was to be changed
these scenes
not of eternity
still timeless time
the cold of the winter night
is not cooling just then
it is that
living inside of me
circulating
pumped around
it is the blood
always something about it
too thick
to thin
too black
to red
in vain
the dance stops
up a cloud
obscures the moon
have this
never happened
Poetry by Bjarne Nordbö
Read 633 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2009-03-30 at 20:19
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