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" "In the midst of silence" "A radiant moon has set" "At three" "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?" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "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 |
50.800 and change.. That's how many views this blog has gotten over the years, but it has been languishing for a couple years now. I cannot complain. Just do not have the energy i once had. Yesterday i stressed over arranging details of my trip to Poland. Got out very late. Went for a walk but did not see much. At night, i watched Eurovision. I thought the winner, Conchita of Austria, did quite well. Controversy around her appearance may have helped but the song and delivery were great. So up very late. I did eat breakfast, but now it is 11 and i must leave or accomplish little... again. Until then... peace. |