So I wrote a little poem. Enjoy.
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).
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.
What’s better for chill and slow little Sunday evening than few Norwegian poems? Let’s dive together into those beautifully composed art pieces in this fine, spring day (well at least I hope you guys having a lovely spring as well).
A poet of workers and life on the edge of Oslo. Despite his really precocious death, at the age of 28, he left us with three volume of poems. På stengrunn (On stony ground 1925), På gjensyn (On reunion 1926), and posthumously Hverdagen (Everyday).
The author of The Birds (Fuglane) and The Ice Palace (Is-slottet) is mostly known for his novels. However, not only he wrote novels, but also multitude of poems, such us Regn i Hiroshima, and Det ror og ror, whereas I translated myself the first one.
Albertine i politilægens venteværelse
When you want to imagine how Norway looked under the poverty in the second part of 19th century, you must check on this amazing Norwegian artist, and one of the leaders of Oslo artistic Bohemia, Christian Krohg. He’s most famous for fellow Norwegians, which is a pity, and that’s why I want to bring closer his persona.