Wednesday, 21 April 2021

Kjell Espmark: 'Det flimrar hav mellan pinjerna'

Between the pines sea is flickering

by amphitheatre ruins.

The air is all crickets and rosemary –

the empire has just been overthrown.

On the block of capital in the sand

the stone acanthus has sprouted green foliage.

As when you suddenly existed in my life.


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