My soul´s beloved

@brittarnhild

I plan to celebrate this Christmas with a Swedish poet;
Göran Sonnevi.

A book with his poems, Din vinge, som bærer meg, Selected poems 1996-2005 is laying on my desk. From time to time I open it. To read a poem, to reread a few lines from yesterday, or from just now. Sometimes it feels like being kicked in the stomach. Other times I have to stop and let silence fill the air around me. His words are made of love, of sorrow, of questions, music and summer wind.

Er du min sjels
elskede, spurte jeg deg
i går, før vi sovnet
Det kan bare du
vite, sa du, og så
på meg med øyne - 

Are you my soul´s
beloved, I asked you
yesterday, before we fell asleep.
Only you can
know, you said, and looked
at me with eyes - 
(translated by me)

I don´t often read poetry,
but after I illustrated my father´s poems and helped him to get his book published,
my interest has been awaken.

Now I am slowly, slowly getting to know a few of the myriads of poets out there.

And I seem to like what I find.