Poetry
Summer 2003
I’ve Lived Here
From the Norwegian. I’ve lived here more than a generation. Years with wind and stars in the high rigging have sailed by. Trees and birds have settled down here,but I […]
Poetry
Summer 2003
I Pass the Arctic Circle
From the Norwegian. A man on the train points to the cairn on the mountain. We’re passing the Arctic Circle, he says. At first we don’t see any difference, to […]