Nostalgia
This land of soft stones and olive trees
Welcomes me,
But I dream of Nordic earth with rim
Frost and obstinate granite.
And I ask myself, why is it so difficult
For me to forget you?
The childless
Fallow land the old homestead is
Falling into disrepair
The last cow sent to the knacker’s yard,
There are no calves.
No reminiscence, nor a photo album
The silence speaks of nothing
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, February 11, 2008
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