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 |  Poems and prose written between March 20th, 2009-2010 |
| "to the Dog Star" I sprawled out on green carpets of dormant wheat. In February Orion hunted through his field of stars. I could almost hear the bark of his dog in the sough of the breeze. "One arrow" I begged him. "There is sorrow deep in this soil; I would seek your sky." But the hunter remained fixed on his prey. "Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow he'll be back", sighed the wheat. But stiff against cold ground I kept praying to the Dog Star, "Take me. Take me." until dawn thawed my aching grief. looked up to the Dog Star and prayed © Kåre Enga [166.92] 2009-06-13 Earlier version: "to the dog Star" I sprawled out on the green carpet of dormant wheat. In February Orion hunted through his field of stars. I could almost hear the bark of his dog in the sough of the breeze. "One arrow" I begged him. "There is sorrow deep in this soil; I would seek your sky." But the hunter remained fixed on his prey. "Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow he'll be back", sighed the wheat. But stiff against the ground I kept praying to the Dog-star, "Take me. Take me." until the dawn thawed the ache of my grief. looked up to the Dog Star and prayed © Kåre Enga [166.92] 2009-06-13 "At night the stars are fully present, probably some I see are not even in existence because of the distance and speed of light." so wrote Nada/Sheila. |
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