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Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" ![]() ![]() ![]() Reader's Choice of Poems: "Zmitri" ![]() "In the midst of silence" ![]() "A radiant moon has set" ![]() "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" ![]() "Mauve Mavis" ![]() Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" ![]() "Death of Jeannie New Moon" ![]() "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" ![]() "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" ![]() "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" ![]() "ENFP, what are you?" ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
#21. Soaking rain ... I got soaked too. A 'season' poem.
ID #542387 entered on October 17, 2007 at 4:57pm
#18. Are you so one without me? Lassman, Duvall and Jacobs.
ID #541224 entered on October 12, 2007 at 9:43pm
#1. Letter to Colleen from Somewhere. The trip begins. ID #536499 entered on November 16, 2008 at 12:01am |