From Elegies of the Far North


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 View from Bárrás, Finnmark Fylke, Norway (II): photo by Villie Miettinnen, 4 September 2006




Who, if you cried out, would hear you in this village of the stone deaf
and eternally benumbed? Would they, to humour you
in your bewildered questionings, interrupt their rude
drinking games, their gropings in the violent dark of the cottages? and even if one
of the maids of the village, caught up in the solitude
which holds in its gentle palm the space around you at every moment of this world, her rustic

dirndl stained by the splashed droppings of the cattle she so lovingly tends, were to 
leave off early from the labours of the husky barn
and press you against her breast heart: you would be consumed
in that overwhelming existence. 



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