When it comes to poetry, I’m quite fond of it. It’s nice when something as simply as words can combine to such meaningful creations, and also not only define our world, but create its own definition of it. Norway is a country of many talented poets, among others – Sigbjørn Obstfelder, a poet from 19th century.
Today something different. To be more specific – a poem, I wrote after a walk through the forest. Because what’s better time for an ode, than the last day of the year?
Anyone living in Norway sooner or later come across Norwegian literature. One of my favourites genres is poetry, so today I will share with you my recent discovery among the classics.