OM KVÄLLENON EVENING
Staffan Söderblomtrans. Robin Fulton
Dikterna lyssnar inte till anrop.

Dom står vid grinden om kvällen, 
vända mot den svarta grönskan.

Dom står vända mot det jordiga mörkret 
som plöjs av månens plog.

Dom lyssnar inte.

Dom står vid grinden om kvällen,
vända mot den sorg som kallas historien.
The poems don't listen to appeals.

They stand by the gate in the evening, 
turned to the black foliage.

They stand facing the earthy darkness 
that is ploughed by the moon.

They don't listen.

They stand by the gate in the evening, 
turned to the sorrow that is called history.

Copyright © Staffan Söderblom; Trans. Copyright © Robin Fulton 1997, - publ. Norvik Press


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