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Poem

Eldrid Lunden

But when you reach what touches you

But when you reach what touches you
it does not touch you
any more

yet there is always something that wants
to touch you

Yesterday you stood jammed into a word
almost without being able to breathe
Today perhaps you can say it, and
tomorrow it will be an almost imperceptible
change of colour in everything that was said

Maar als je bent gekomen bij wat je raakt

Maar als je bent gekomen bij wat je raakt
raakt het je niet
meer

en toch is er altijd iets dat je
raken zal

Gisteren stond je bekneld in een woord
bijna zonder te kunnen ademhalen 
Vandaag kun je het misschien zeggen en
morgen zal er een haast onmerkbaar 
kleurverschil zijn in alles wat gezegd is

Men når du er framme ved det som rører deg
rører det deg ikkje
lenger

likevel er det alltid noe som vil
røre ved deg

I går stod du inneklemt i eit ord
nesten uten å kunne puste
I dag kan du kanskje seie det, og
i morgon vil det vere eit nesten umerkeleg
fargeskifte i alt som blei sagt
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But when you reach what touches you

But when you reach what touches you
it does not touch you
any more

yet there is always something that wants
to touch you

Yesterday you stood jammed into a word
almost without being able to breathe
Today perhaps you can say it, and
tomorrow it will be an almost imperceptible
change of colour in everything that was said

But when you reach what touches you

But when you reach what touches you
it does not touch you
any more

yet there is always something that wants
to touch you

Yesterday you stood jammed into a word
almost without being able to breathe
Today perhaps you can say it, and
tomorrow it will be an almost imperceptible
change of colour in everything that was said
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