I’m studying Norwegian literature at the moment and got inspired to write a poem in Norwegian. Of course, I translated it into English, but just so you know which language is original (because only the original language of a poem can give full “feeling” of the poem)
Category: Poetry & Art
Empty hotel – a poem.
There is and there are
Two cups of tea in a faraway sea
By the pool, there are two drinks
But people left.
Who paid?
Waiter just came and went back
Little bit confused, the water is still
Was there anyone in the pool?
Palm leaves are heavy from the rain
Maybe something fell.
Maybe there’s someone behind
The big palm, wait just little bit
The waiter will come back,
Who else will give him the money?
Just the hope is drowning.
And the rain is falling.
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Thank you guys for reading! See you on Wednesday! (And Happy Easter!)
A spring poem.
It gets warmer and sunnier, but melancholy is the same.
Vilhelm Krag – Fandango.
There’s a quote from this poem that really resonates with me for many reasons. But what is just a quote, when you have a whole “dikt”? (poem in Norwegian). I won’t take the whole poem though – just one part. Be aware that I translate poem myself.
A poem for hope.
So I wrote a little poem. Enjoy.
Blogmas #1: Norwegian winter poems.
My Blogmas isn’t typical Blogmas you would expect from a blogger. I neither have it for 24 or 25 days nor will I write about typical Christmas-around subjects. Of course, some of them might be, well, in a festive spirit, but I will try to reach something different. Because how much similar content is out there anyway? (photo above taken by my lovely boyfriend).
4 am’s poem.
After a night shift, waiting for a bus. For some reason, I felt like writing a poem, so I did it. Because why not? This time I put also Polish, as it is the original version.
I miss Norway.
Here’s a short poem about how much and why. I miss Norway.
Når du er borte – Tor Jonsson.
I have two favorite Norwegian poems, one of them I have already posted here and it’s Katten by Olav H. Hauge. The other one: Når du er borte by Tor Jonsson. Why never posted? Well, It’s quite something.
Nostalgic poems.
It happens that recently I wrote two poems, in quite a wild act of nostalgia. They aren’t much – more like a description of a feeling you get on a sunny day. Besides the fact of their simplicity, I still wanted to share them.
