Monday, 26 January 2015

A poem by the Norwegian writer Rolf Jacobsen


It was that evening with the fireflies
when we stood waiting for the bus to Velletri
that we saw the old couple kissing each other
under the plane tree. It was then
you said, half into the air
half to me:
Whoever has loved long
has not lived in vain.
And it was then I caught sight of the first
fireflies in the dark, sparkling
with flashes of light around your head.
It was then.

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