Sunday, July 17, 2011

I am a boat







.

I am a boat
without wind.
You were the wind.
Was that the direction I wanted to go?
Who cares about directions
with a wind like that!



.
translation by Robert Bly






It’s the dream we carry in secret
that something miraculous will happen,
that it must happen –
that time will open
that the heart will open
that doors will open
that the mountains will open
that springs will gush –
that the dream will open,
that one morning we will glide into
some little harbour we didn't know was there.



translation by Robin Fulton



~ Olav H. Hauge
(18 August 1908 – 23 May 1994)
a Norwegian, Mr. Hauge worked as a gardener in his own orchard



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