posted by Pia Juul at fredag, februar 22, 2008
Sig månen langsomt hæverden gyldne stjerne svæverpå himlen klar og blid;vor skov er tavs og stille,og hvide tåger spillepå engen rundt ved aftenstid.
"Here in bed, through the south window I can see the moon watching us both, Someone’s hand around its clump of light.Yours? I know you are sitting out there, Looking at silver bloom against black.That drop from your cup on the night sky’s Lacquer you wipe away with your sleeveAs if its pleated thickets were the wide space Between us, though you know as well as I doThis autumn is no different from the last."
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Sig månen langsomt hæver
den gyldne stjerne svæver
på himlen klar og blid;
vor skov er tavs og stille,
og hvide tåger spille
på engen rundt ved aftenstid.
"Here in bed, through the south window I can see the moon watching us both, Someone’s hand around its clump of light.
Yours? I know you are sitting out there, Looking at silver bloom against black.
That drop from your cup on the night sky’s Lacquer you wipe away with your sleeve
As if its pleated thickets were the wide space Between us, though you know as well as I do
This autumn is no different from the last."
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