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: "Zmitri" "Where grows the compost heap" "A radiant moon has set" "At three" "Mauve Mavis" 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?" "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "Il pleure (poem). We R puddle-luscious, aujourd'hui." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Ireland... Wish I had the energy to get to know you. I fear my body will shut down if I don't shut up and listen to it. Outside 'tis a cold and rainy day. Inside I just can't... I should be on the road to Dingle, to Cork, to somewhere. My body complains. I am going nowhere. My mind has been swirling like this song, "Vivir mi vida", sung by Marc Anthony: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXnjy5YlDwk I have this urge to be back in Costa Rica. I feel estranged from everybody and everything. It doesn't help that I finally found pictures online of a friends' family. Just makes me realize how heart-broken I am. Like "Il pleure dans mon coeur" by Verlaine in this version of Billy Cowie: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sx-eI-VV4Gs But I should be thankful like Mercedes Sosa: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIrGQD84F1g o su canción: solo le pido a Dios... I'll have to go out in the rain eventually. I'll have to continue my journey as well. I'm just not ready yet. |