Poem
Steinar Opstad
Those who sanctify love, forsake love
Those who sanctify love forsake loveThose who curse love become an apostle of love
But no one has ever become more alive
than his love and his hopelessness
Thus powerless to love I am an outsider
who gathers letters
who carves names on the wall
while counting the years of renunciation
Souls also live in societies
and history is filled with witnesses
But in this our love we carry
the cross of transgression
© Translation: 2005, Steinar Opstad with the assistance of Anthony Barnett
Those who sanctify love, forsake love
Den som helliggjør kjærligheten, forlater den
Den forbanner den, blir kjærlighetens apostel
Men ingen har noensinne blitt mer levende
enn sin kjærlighet og sin håpløshet
Avmektig i det å elske står jeg utenfor
og samler bokstaver
og risser navn på veggen
mens jeg teller årene i forsakelse
Også sjelene lever i samfunn
og historien er full av vitner
Men i kjærligheten bærer vi
forbrytelsens kors
Den forbanner den, blir kjærlighetens apostel
Men ingen har noensinne blitt mer levende
enn sin kjærlighet og sin håpløshet
Avmektig i det å elske står jeg utenfor
og samler bokstaver
og risser navn på veggen
mens jeg teller årene i forsakelse
Også sjelene lever i samfunn
og historien er full av vitner
Men i kjærligheten bærer vi
forbrytelsens kors
© 2005, Steinar Opstad
From: Samle øksene inn for kvelden
Publisher: Kolon Forlag, Oslo
From: Samle øksene inn for kvelden
Publisher: Kolon Forlag, Oslo
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Those who sanctify love, forsake love
Those who sanctify love forsake loveThose who curse love become an apostle of love
But no one has ever become more alive
than his love and his hopelessness
Thus powerless to love I am an outsider
who gathers letters
who carves names on the wall
while counting the years of renunciation
Souls also live in societies
and history is filled with witnesses
But in this our love we carry
the cross of transgression
© 2005, Steinar Opstad with the assistance of Anthony Barnett
From: Samle øksene inn for kvelden
From: Samle øksene inn for kvelden
Those who sanctify love, forsake love
Those who sanctify love forsake loveThose who curse love become an apostle of love
But no one has ever become more alive
than his love and his hopelessness
Thus powerless to love I am an outsider
who gathers letters
who carves names on the wall
while counting the years of renunciation
Souls also live in societies
and history is filled with witnesses
But in this our love we carry
the cross of transgression
© 2005, Steinar Opstad with the assistance of Anthony Barnett
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