Poem
Steinar Opstad
New trees are born to be yellow
New trees are born to be yellowand I, who will not clothe myself,
walk naked
Leaves blow in
with an evangelical ego
An unknown body in leaves:
Old-fashioned as in a graveyard
where two people quarrel
and cry and place their hands together
© Translation: 2000, Steinar Opstad and Anthony Barnett
New trees are born to be yellow
Nye trær er født til å gulne
og jeg, som ikke vil kle av meg,
går naknere
Blader blåser inn
i et evangelisk ego
En ukjent kropp i løv:
Gammeldags som på en gravlund
der to mennesker krangler
og gråter og legger hendene sammen
og jeg, som ikke vil kle av meg,
går naknere
Blader blåser inn
i et evangelisk ego
En ukjent kropp i løv:
Gammeldags som på en gravlund
der to mennesker krangler
og gråter og legger hendene sammen
© 2000, Steinar Opstad
From: Analfabetisk
Publisher: Kolon Forlag, Oslo
From: Analfabetisk
Publisher: Kolon Forlag, Oslo
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New trees are born to be yellow
New trees are born to be yellowand I, who will not clothe myself,
walk naked
Leaves blow in
with an evangelical ego
An unknown body in leaves:
Old-fashioned as in a graveyard
where two people quarrel
and cry and place their hands together
© 2000, Steinar Opstad and Anthony Barnett
From: Analfabetisk
From: Analfabetisk
New trees are born to be yellow
New trees are born to be yellowand I, who will not clothe myself,
walk naked
Leaves blow in
with an evangelical ego
An unknown body in leaves:
Old-fashioned as in a graveyard
where two people quarrel
and cry and place their hands together
© 2000, Steinar Opstad and Anthony Barnett
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