Sun-corner

[incandescens]

And again I thank the Wondering Minstrels site, for giving me a poem which fits my mood for the night.

Yes, the course is good; yes, I'm enjoying it; yes, I'm tired.

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Sun-corner

At home there's a sun-corner
where spring quietly stirs.
Dripping all day long.
Clear drops from the snow-rim,
they reflect both good and bad
in their brief fall, and are shattered.
The sun is a hot cataract.

In that sun-corner,
where you were born -
it's those drops that should
mirror you, and wet your lips,
pure from the snow-rim and
right into your heart.

It's in that faint smell of
spring moisture you should fall asleep.
That call you should heed.
There, everything would feel right.

It's all moving downhill.
Everything's oozing toward a distant goal,
on its way to the sea.
An unknown sea inside a dream.
All of spring's sorrow is heading there.
All thoughts spiral there
and then disappear.

Your childhood sun-corner is where
you are when the call sounds.

-- Tarjei Vesaas

Comments

[solaas.livejournal.com]

Wow! Vesaas has been translated to English. He's one of the golden semi-oldies (first-half 20th Century) they torment schoolkids with around these parts. Mind you, that would be his books. I don't think I ever actually read any of his poetry. :) I prefer his wife's stuff. Halldis Moren Vesaas is one of the few poets I like. (Yeah, I know. Heathen and barbarian I am.) ^^

[incandescens]

Far be it from me to call you a heathen and barbarian (or to call you one in any case) until I've read some of her stuff. ;) You wouldn't know offhand where I can find any, would you? (Er, and in translation at that.)

[solaas.livejournal.com]

Hee! Haldis Moren Vessas is widely known and loved (in Norway) as an excellent lyricist and poet*. She frequently read her poems on the radio, and on TV, and had a lovely way of doing so. Whenever I read something if hers, I invariably hear her voice as she would read it. I did some googling earlier today to see if she has been translated to English (or French). Sadly, I found no evidence of this. :(

There's one poem in particular I'd like to share, but I'm not sure I'm good enough to do it justice in English. I'll try, and then see how it turns out.

*)So this may save me from complete damnation the day it turns out that St. Peter likes poetry, and the Unbelievers must go Elsewhere. ^^