Saturday 7 November 2020

Kristina Lugn: 'En skrift i snön'

 A snow-writ script

 

A moon-wind is blowing

A bluebell now chimes

For all that's alive

Yet wants no existence 

In wind I am roaming

An age passes by

Then all I have feared is

Fantasy only

 

A Big Dipper lands close to home

And now I sail off with my friend

On lofty clouds of peace

And endless rest

A little while

And night that’s approaching teaches us dreaming

The saga that wrote us

Was writ by a friend

A snow-writ script

Of heart’s own home

 

Were I to have beauty

And make you feel glad

If I were the one I wished to turn into

Then I’m a beloved

Out walking in style

And a downpour of tears where the stars still journey

Bells chiming in darkness

Can you hear

I follow their tune everywhere

To depths of loneliness

My house and home

In night’s embrace

And water-sprite music but no one dancing

A bird that is foreign

Who reads what I write

Ink that’s black, eyes of blue and coiled convolutions

 

A Big Dipper lands close to home

And now I sail off with my friend

On lofty clouds of peace

My house and home

In night’s embrace

And water-sprite music but no one dancing

A bird that is foreign

Who reads what I write

A snow-writ script

Of heart’s own home

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