Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "'heart's home'" "Glice" "In search of Iris" "Speak soft my name" "Wheat penny" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Moi: Called Joyce here in Missoula. 1º according to her this morning. Called Gare in Buffalo. He's my ray of sunshine. Sunny here. Called my mother in Buffalo. About an inch at 9 a.m. Called my aunt in North Carolina. Leaves were lovely last weekend. My day to make calls. Who's next? My place is slowly going back to normal, but this is a great opportunity to make changes, so I will. Must go... lost entry as I was about to post and now they are closing... |