Tor Jonsson (1916-1951) - a poet who wrote in Neo-Norwegian

Så stig da i meg, einsemd

Så stig da i meg, einsemd,

storm mitt jordlivs siste skanse

og øyd min tæringsdraum om lykke her.

Du avgrunnssvimre jord,

ver du ei onnor verd,

gjev all din løyndom

i denne gjennomlyste morgonstund,

i denne timen føre dødsens store dag

når einsemdrøysterropar meg attende

til atterføding or ein annan grunn.

No stormar all mi einsemd mot si grense.

Mitt liv var draum forytan dagklår visse

og difor eig eg ikkje jorda meir –

Men livet skal eg aldri, aldri, misse –

Then rise up in me, loneness

Then rise up in me, loneness,

storm my earth-life’s last entrenchment

and spill my wasting-dream of human bliss.

You chasm-dizzy earth,

be other world than this

tell all your secrets

in this transluscent dawn where light abounds

in this brief hour before death’s mighty day

when loneness’ voices call me back again

to birth anew and from some other ground.

Now all my loneness storms towards its limit.

My life-dream had no day-clear faith to fuse it

and therefore I no longer own the earth –

Life, though, I know I’ll never, never lose it –