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" "Waterlily" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Plain cover jacket" 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)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "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 |
ME: Oh... just being me. Whether that's good... or bad... depends on p.o.v. July 3rd: Places are closing up early. This is to be expected... but not enjoyed by all (ME, for example). It's hot but breezy. My problem? My rooms don't catch the breeze. I don't have a/c. I don't have internet either. I'm cheap. And proud of it! But it does get dicey on hot days. Still working on strong verbs in Norwegian. Slight complication... sometimes there are two verbs spelled the same but delcined differently and with different meanings. Then there are the transitive verbs (which I think take regular declensions) versus intrasitive verbs that change in 'wonderful' ways. But I'm making progress! In the food department of my life: sautéed turnips last night; today ate brats. If I could find an a/c unit that ran on gas... 53.277 views as of July 3rd. |