Tag Archives: poetry from Norway.

In Defence Of Paper When A Book.

….bloats when left in the pour

hols sand between when it sticks

to cover and pages, stains; coffee

and wine. and sugared tea.

and your finger printing other things

smears not on kindles, dog-eared to

remind you of where to fold, for time.

do it then, read by lamp

turn off things that give off self light

 

Andreas Dahl 2015

Well, likewise.

Finger hook pointing you
homo and boko and that
trees de-bought and we

well, I’m disappointed too
I rather not see you more
so don’t appear in my light

house, eyes to the side
how did you get on my crag
the seas surely should

don’t stay long on here
on the berg my resolve
with the must of the same.

Andreas Dahl

On The Night Of Each Year.

on the night of each year

the miller would sit with

his quern-stone

 

hoary, and rolling on rynd,

it always names him the river;

quondam! river dust!

 

but, on this night, with the stone

in quiet repose; its aye,

its anything, every

 

for it can’t be tomorrow, when

water again must engage the burr,

and new, and past, returns

Andreas Dahl 2013