I would
lift up my eyes
see the evening
descend on
words streets I knew were there
and grass
the room high up still warm
from the sun
abundant unattainable sun
(of no return in its own
turning) lingering still
quietly on birds' wings
over the city
and Rosa Luxemburg
- for her part
would continue standing in the middle of
the street
numbering the stars as they came out
lit it would seem
by the birds
flying high
in the warm sky the unfathomable depth
of the eyes
counting reading another day's end
into night-fall
caught
between following the day's procedure out of habit
and not wanting
its
inevitable ending
caught between rest and making
the moment last
between being impressed by - and making
an impression
unwilling to leave the mild air
seeing the grocer's boys and other boys running
shouting out
into the disappearing light
and the twilight
that opening
between work and supper and
carrying the garbage out
lovers leaning toward each other
imagining the air
caring
in which day and night were so gently caressing one another
Hanne Bramness (born 1959) Norway
Source: Pages 33-40, Nov 1987 [available at Jacket 2]
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