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" "Where grows the compost heap" "In search of Iris" "At three" "Koan on an October sky" 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" "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...haven't met any yet... in Évora, that is. However, in Lagos... ME: I'm off to the cemetary today and want to visit the bone chapel (not same place). Carrying two cameras and my tablet. Pics! I had snails yesterday and the night before pork and clams (porco à alentejana; it was wonderful). Coffee and a sheep cheese and greens sandwich was lunch. Relaxing. Not pushing it. 1:40 in the afternoon and I'm ready, get set, go. |