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" "Glice" "In search of Iris" "I, Katrina" "Mauve Mavis" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
I didn't felt well Saturday night; felt better Sunday. Today's Monday... Quite frustrated with my stay in Tavira, but it's turning out okay. Shouldn't do travel for this long next time. It's exhausting. Lots of photos and I've actually been writing... just not posting. So... Lisbon and Lagos went well. Evora next. Then Coimbra. "Coimbra tem mais encanto na hora de despedida". |