Friday, 17 October 2014

Another Sørheim poem from the 'Vintereika' collection


Ever since the first cries were heard on earth
we’ve had a thumb in the pie. We drew
bull’s heads in caves before aiming at the heart, grasped
the plough firmly and felt the force we could exploit
when we stuck our palm in the waterfall. The wheel rolled
in time with the terrain, we studied the ice that split
the rock and the atoms that smashed reason. We learnt
to master fire, earth, air, and sent scouts out
on missions beyond the rim of our own atmosphere.
We encompass the whole universe, but have never got
a proper explanation as to why fish
chose to live in the sea.

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