Søren Ulrik Thomsen: 'Det vakkelvorne køkkenbord'

The rickety kitchen table

I’m sitting writing this at

could undoubtedly have been better made

as can probably be said about the poem

and about lots of other things

in this battered world

that just manages to function

as long as man is patched up with woman

reason with belief

and bad dreams with office work.

And perhaps today

where it poured down from morning to evening

and I received your sodden letter

could have been a trifle better.

But today wasn’t ‘perhaps’

it was there

and then it was gone.

That’s why today was the best one.

To see the original and hear the poet read it, go to here