Poem
Inger Elisabeth Hansen
She can quite simply just go
She can quite simply just go, she can go away and tell a happy story,
she has her own style: diamonds in red, brownish diagonal stripes across the fair fabric of the blouse,
retro, Salvos, or just given, given by an aunt, a maternal aunt who didn’t get to use it up,
an aunt who didn’t get to use up her blouse, an aunt in a block of flats,
in a distant city, a childless aunt with a beautiful blouse,
with diamonds in red on the chest, not hearts
© Translation: 2012, May-Brit Akerholt
She can quite simply just go
Hun kan bare rett og slett gå, hun kan gå sin vei og fortelle en lykkelig historie,
hun har sin egen stil: rutere i rødt, brunlige striper i skrått over blusens lyse stoff,
retro, fretex, eller bare gitt, gitt av en tante, en moster som ikke fikk brukt den opp,
en moster som ikke fikk brukt opp blusen sin, en moster i en blokk,
i en fjerntliggende by, en barnløs moster med en vakker bluse,
med rutere i rødt på brystet, ikke hjertere
© 2003, Inger Elisabeth Hansen
From: Trask, forflytninger i tidas skitne fylde
Publisher: Aschehoug, Oslo
From: Trask, forflytninger i tidas skitne fylde
Publisher: Aschehoug, Oslo
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She can quite simply just go
She can quite simply just go, she can go away and tell a happy story,
she has her own style: diamonds in red, brownish diagonal stripes across the fair fabric of the blouse,
retro, Salvos, or just given, given by an aunt, a maternal aunt who didn’t get to use it up,
an aunt who didn’t get to use up her blouse, an aunt in a block of flats,
in a distant city, a childless aunt with a beautiful blouse,
with diamonds in red on the chest, not hearts
© 2012, May-Brit Akerholt
From: Trask, forflytninger i tidas skitne fylde
From: Trask, forflytninger i tidas skitne fylde
She can quite simply just go
She can quite simply just go, she can go away and tell a happy story,
she has her own style: diamonds in red, brownish diagonal stripes across the fair fabric of the blouse,
retro, Salvos, or just given, given by an aunt, a maternal aunt who didn’t get to use it up,
an aunt who didn’t get to use up her blouse, an aunt in a block of flats,
in a distant city, a childless aunt with a beautiful blouse,
with diamonds in red on the chest, not hearts
© 2012, May-Brit Akerholt
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