Aftenrøden (Norwegian)
Som om alt var godt
holder bergene frem sine skåler
for søster Dag når hun vasker dine sår.
Tankefullt tømmer hun ut sitt lys i dem
- blod, alltid denne blodstreng,
dette grums av død på bunnen
sier hun til søster Natt mens hun brer deg ned
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Red sunset (English)
As if all were good
the foothills offer their bowls
to Sister Day when she bathes your wounds.
Thoughtfully she empties her light into them
- blood, always this same string of blood,
these grounds of death on the bottom,
she says to Sister Night as she tucks you in
and rattles the stars by your bed.
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