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: "Sentinel" "In the midst of silence" "Waterlily" "La Bella Vita" "Willowsong" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "Poems inspired by maps. Remember 1963?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
When the bombs fell the books burned. 400 years of rebellion against the overlords now rocking the arabesques in the mosque as the minaret was blown to pieces. The Serbs, the Serbs, the Serbs... Did the old bones in the cemetery notice? Are you a Serb? Xhamia e Hadumit still stands above its waters and peace reigns until... Are you a Serb? Centuries of sores, the scabs torn off. The river still flows but the market? Destroyed. But rebuilt. Do you wonder who I am? Do the invisible cast visible shadows? Who asks? Are you Serb? |