Jacobsen, Rolf: My Tree (Mitt tre in English)
Mitt tre (Norwegian)Eneren, lyngens mor, er mitt tre. Fillet krone den løfter, ingen har hørt dens sus. Den bærer vind over skuldrene, skyene i sitt hår. Kanskje den har en drøm i sindet: Det hvite ranunkel-bed Av alle trær på jorden nærmest den store sne,
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My Tree (English)Juniper, heather’s mother, is my tree. It lifts a ragged crown: no one has heard its rustle. It wears wind on its shoulders, in its hair the clouds. Perhaps it has a dream in mind: the white crow-foot bed Closest of all trees on earth to the great snow,
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