fredag, januar 07, 2005

Word of the day

Flicking through my bookshelves, trying to find a starting point, a thread and direction to follow for my work these days, I came over an old issue of the long gone (I think) literary publication Stand. Amongst other texts, I found a translation of a poem by the Norwegian poet Olav H. Hauge, which gave the focus I needed:

New yellow cloth on the table,
and clean white pages!
Here the words must come,
such a fine paper!
The ice settled on the fjord,
the birds came alighted.

- Olav H. Hauge-