Monday 14 December 2009

From 'Vinci, later' by the Danish poet Morten Søndergaard

for jhs

A wild-mint fragrance
        beneath the twilight ladder
there must be a language
so things can be said as they are
        neither more nor less
there must be a hole in the lid
        in the body so it can rain
down into the heart
evening of granite of nothing
        the dogs are fighting and goodbye sugar
sprinkles onto the fax
there must be many houses
so death gets lost
everything is here for a little while longer
        and the horseradish is in flower

For a translation of the whole collection, go to here

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