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Rune Christiansen
THE LONELY CLOUDS BLOW ACROSS THE SKY
Fatigue at a window overlooking a rain-soaked park, you lean out panting after the night's labour, the notebook with its scribbles lies open in the frame, the little cactus has capsized, and the clouds – they are gliding all over the public sector.
© Translation: 2011, David McDuff
SÅ ÖDSLIGT MOLNEN PÅ FÄSTET GÅ
SÅ ÖDSLIGT MOLNEN PÅ FÄSTET GÅ
Tretthet ved et vindu med utsikt til en regnvåt park, du lener deg ut og puster etter nattens arbeid, kladdeboken med skribleriene ligger oppslått i karmen, den lille kaktusen har veltet, og skyene – de glir over alt det offentlige.
© 2011, Rune Christiansen
From: Jeg har tenkt meg til de elysiske sletter
Publisher: Forlaget Oktober, Oslo
From: Jeg har tenkt meg til de elysiske sletter
Publisher: Forlaget Oktober, Oslo
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THE LONELY CLOUDS BLOW ACROSS THE SKY
Fatigue at a window overlooking a rain-soaked park, you lean out panting after the night's labour, the notebook with its scribbles lies open in the frame, the little cactus has capsized, and the clouds – they are gliding all over the public sector.
© 2011, David McDuff
From: Jeg har tenkt meg til de elysiske sletter
From: Jeg har tenkt meg til de elysiske sletter
THE LONELY CLOUDS BLOW ACROSS THE SKY
Fatigue at a window overlooking a rain-soaked park, you lean out panting after the night's labour, the notebook with its scribbles lies open in the frame, the little cactus has capsized, and the clouds – they are gliding all over the public sector.
© 2011, David McDuff
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