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: "Sentinel" "In Lagada, la vita" "In search of Iris" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Drugs sold here" 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)" "In a garden of roses, baby" "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "Poems inspired by maps. Remember 1963?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Image at: "Invalid Item" "Offspring of Oblivion" You see crooked twigs or tangled neurons, old crones and wizened wizards, embraced in war. Do you see my cooling touch, my ermine blanket comforting all? Call me Snow, Offspring of Oblivion, Brother of Frost and Frozen Fog, cousin to Salt Spray. So... Know: I bring you surcease from your struggles, sing you winter's lullabies, encase you with my cold. Kåre Enga (24.februar.2020) 16 lines for:
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