I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore
where time would surely forget us, and sorrow come near us no more.
Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be
were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea
William Butler Yeats
When you call me close to tell me your body is not beautiful
I want to summon the eyes and hidden mouths of stone and light and water
to testify against you
-HKH Kronpins Haakon Magnus
Her er ditt vern mot vold,
her er ditt sverd:
troen på livet vårt,
Krig er forakt for liv.
Fred er å skape.
Kast dine krefter inn:
døden skal tape!
Da synker våpnene
Skaper vi menneskeverd
skaper vi fred.
I want you to know
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red brach
at the slow autumn in my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the implaplable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metal,
were little boats
towards those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me,
I shall stop loving you little by little
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad,
the wind and banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
in that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots shall set off
to seek another land.
if each day,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love my beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
withouth leaving mine
I am the poem never born
I am the letter someone’s torn
a path that no one walks along
a melody without a song.
I am a prayer that’s heard by none
I am a childless woman’s son
a string no hand has drawn up tight,
a fire that will not ignite
Leave me! Release me! Let me flee
from soul and body, rock and tree!
But nothing answers when i plead.
I am those things that don’t succeed.