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God tur!

Journeying beyond the Scandinavian countries.

My friend Arild and his lonely mailbox

Monday, January 15, 2007

I haven’t been doing too much translation work since I’ve been in Oslo. But I did translate this one Arild Nyquist poem, because its content seemed rather applicable to my own situation. Enjoy.

Dear Postman, can’t you

come with a little letter

for me today? It has been so long

and those that I last got from you (last year)

were so heavy and held so

many strange things—bricks and rattraps

and pencil sharpeners, I got letters with cabbages

and candlesticks and applesauce inside. Can’t you

come with a little, thin letter that only says

    someone is thinking of me?

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  1. Blogger jeremy said:
    12:37 AM  

    hey jenna

    this isn't a letter in your mailbox, but i AM thinking of you.

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