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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094

Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.


Enga mellom Fjella




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.

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FACES



PLACES




Yellow cheer from sarah




 Kåre *Delight* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
January 28, 2022 at 5:40pm
January 28, 2022 at 5:40pm
#1025557
"Words won't come."

"Should they?"

"It's due tomorrow, 11 a.m."

Preuk looked at the river rising. It would flood and it hadn't stopped raining. He sighed. Why didn't words burst forth?

San had heard this before. Never-ending rain and worry... until the sun broke out.

"The rice fields seem happy and the buffalo don't mind."

"Yes, uncle, but I'm a bird sheltering under a mango leaf and I'm hungry."

"Write about that."

So Preuk did: wet, hungry, drip drip drip, the "Song of the flood".

The next morning Preuk sloshed through the mud. He could hear birdsong as clouds parted.

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