Kategori: lyrikk

FORGLEMMEGEI

Forelskelse (fritt etter Basho)

Blomstrende i mai
mellom jernbanesviller.
Å ikke huske.

– fra Herbarium av Øyvind Rimbereid

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love –
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allen Poe

Lenke til YouTube.

The Freedom of the Moon

I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I’ve tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water start almost shining.

I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later,
I’ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.

Robert Frost

Himmelen er et kraftverk
som durer hele døgnet igjennom,
himmelen konstruerer et system
som fanger opp hver minste bevegelse
fra blader, insekter og mennesker
En industri ekspanderer, decennium
etter decennium, kopierer seg selv

– fra samlinga Et lykkelig øyeblikk : dikt i utvalg ved Janike Kampevold Larsen, Tone Hødnebø

I de stille timer

balanserer
ikke du
der på linen
hold deg fast

aspeløv la meg hviske deg noe
aspeløv ikke
fall

Av Lars Haga Raavand

Tree at My Window

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.

av Robert Frost

Ord over grind

Du går fram til mi inste grind,
og eg går òg fram til di.
Innanfor den er kvar av oss einsam,
og det skal vi alltid bli.

Aldri trenge seg lenger fram,
var lova som gjalt oss to.
Anten vi møttest tidt eller sjeldan
var møtet tillit og ro.

Står du der ikkje ein dag eg kjem
felle det meg lett å snu
når eg har stått litt og sett mot huset
og tenkt på at der bur du.

Så lenge eg veit du vil koma i blant
som no over knastande grus
og smile glad når du ser meg stå her,
skal eg ha ein heim i mitt hus.

av Halldis Moren Vesaas

Fairy-Land

Dim vales— and shadowy floods—
And cloudy—looking woods,
Whose forms we can’t discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane—
Again— again— again—
Every moment of the night—
Forever changing places—
And they put out the star—light
With the breath from their pale faces.
About twelve by the moon—dial,
One more filmy than the rest
(A kind which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down— still down— and down,
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain’s eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be—
O’er the strange woods— o’er the sea—
Over spirits on the wing—
Over every drowsy thing—
And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light—
And then, how deep!— O, deep!
Is the passion of their sleep.
In the morning they arise,
And their moony covering
Is soaring in the skies,
With the tempests as they toss,
Like— almost anything—
Or a yellow Albatross.
They use that moon no more
For the same end as before—
Videlicet, a tent—
Which I think extravagant:
Its atomies, however,
Into a shower dissever,
Of which those butterflies
Of Earth, who seek the skies,
And so come down again,
(Never—contented things!)
Have brought a specimen
Upon their quivering wings.

av Edgar Allan Poe

Jeg ser

Jeg ser på den hvite himmel,
jeg ser på de gråblå skyer,
jeg ser på den blodige sol.

Dette er altså verden.
Dette er altså klodenes hjem.

En regndråbe!

Jeg ser på de høye huse,
jeg ser på de tusende vinduer,
jeg ser på det fjerne kirketårn.

Dette er altså jorden.
Dette er altså menneskenes hjem.

De gråblå skyer samler seg. Solen ble borte.

Jeg ser på de velkledde herrer,
jeg ser på de smilende damer,
jeg ser på de ludende heste.

Hvor de gråblå skyer blir tunge.

Jeg ser, jeg ser…
Jeg er vist kommet på en feil klode!
Her er så underligt…

av Sigbjørn Obstfelder

Når man rydder kommer man over mye rart. Gikk gjennom en skuff, og fant et utklipp av følgende dikt. Det er henta fra samlinga Under Bergfallet fra 1951, og på sett og vis føler jeg at det passer veldig godt for meg akkurat nå.

Din veg
av Olav H. Hauge

Ingen har varda den vegen
du skal gå
ut i det ukjende,
ut i det blå.

Dette er din veg.
Berre du
skal gå han. Og det er
uråd å snu.

Og ikkje vardar du vegen,
du hell.
Og vinden stryk ut ditt far
i aude fjell.