Poem
Eldrid Lunden
Now you see me, now you don’t
Untitled, 1The baboon Maggie is counting her fingers
Again and again
She seems to arrive at four
Her glance seeks her audience
Tentatively? Desperately?
There is something about this abstraction
that will not become concrete
Untitled, 2
The man’s face is almost entirely skin
skin, pores in the skin, and skin
The mouth is speaking and speaking, without
a sound. Smiling, smiling. Suddenly
we become anxious about something we
cannot hear
© Translation: 2012, Annabelle Despard
Now you see me, now you don’t
Now you see me, now you don’t
Utan tittel, 1Bavianen Maggie tél fingrane sine
Om igjen og om igjen
Ho kjem visst til fire
Blikket hennar søker tilskodaren
Forsiktig? Fortvila?
Det er noe ved denne abstraksjonen
som ikkje vil bli konkret
Utan tittel, 2
Mannsansiktet er nesten berre hud
hud, hudporer og hud
Munnen snakkar og snakkar, utan
ein lyd. Smiler, smiler. Plutseleg
blir vi urolege over noe vi
ikkje høyrer
© 2005, Eldrid Lunden
From: Flokken og skuggen
Publisher: Aschehoug, Oslo
From: Flokken og skuggen
Publisher: Aschehoug, Oslo
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Now you see me, now you don’t
Untitled, 1The baboon Maggie is counting her fingers
Again and again
She seems to arrive at four
Her glance seeks her audience
Tentatively? Desperately?
There is something about this abstraction
that will not become concrete
Untitled, 2
The man’s face is almost entirely skin
skin, pores in the skin, and skin
The mouth is speaking and speaking, without
a sound. Smiling, smiling. Suddenly
we become anxious about something we
cannot hear
© 2012, Annabelle Despard
From: Flokken og skuggen
From: Flokken og skuggen
Now you see me, now you don’t
Untitled, 1The baboon Maggie is counting her fingers
Again and again
She seems to arrive at four
Her glance seeks her audience
Tentatively? Desperately?
There is something about this abstraction
that will not become concrete
Untitled, 2
The man’s face is almost entirely skin
skin, pores in the skin, and skin
The mouth is speaking and speaking, without
a sound. Smiling, smiling. Suddenly
we become anxious about something we
cannot hear
© 2012, Annabelle Despard
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