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

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~ Olav H. Hauge

(18 August 1908 – 23 May 1994)

a Norwegian, Mr. Hauge worked as a gardener in his own orchard