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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| Anniversary of the tsunami, December 26, 2004. Article: http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/08599194998200 My poem: "Speak soft my name"  Speak soft my name Whisper in a hush: … tsu … tsu … tsu … My first name‘s but a breath, salty, ancient, from the depths, exhaled from what‘s been built up in the core, where once Earth bore what She could not contain forever. In a gasp, … na … na … na … my middle name‘s released: upward to the sky, inward in a giant gulp, onward in a race to greet the shore. In awe, repeat what you fear most! … me … me … me … As unaware you wait my awesome thrust, my curve that curls at sandy shore, my wave that skyward soars magnificent, my grab that drags all to my bosom in the end. So few the hours that I spend, but ... Oh, what moments I have lived! I’ve cleansed the Earth, returning all to muddy clay. Whisper soft my name: tsu … na … mi. Say a little prayer: tsu … na … mi. Within my watery grave: tsu … na … mi. Sleep. My thirst is quenched. © Kåre Enga 2 januar 2005. Video (not for the faint of heart): 18,333 |
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