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Poem

Monica Aasprong

I shall tell you the fairy tale

I shall tell you the fairy tale you’re so fond of. That of the fire:



I met the fire in the forest

the fire saw me and looked

at me with blazing eyes

it came closer and closer

and the warmth warmed

from its arms yellow

its face red



it stops and asks:

will you come with me into the forest

come with me through the trees

through the grass

across the field, I’ll go

under the earth, said the fire

with its mouth full of bark

and its voice full of flowers


and I joined it on its journey

walked beside it in the dark


I’ll show the way, said the fire

I shall tell you the fairy tale

Jeg skal fortelle deg det eventyret du liker så godt. Det om ilden:



Jeg møtte ilden i skogen

ilden så meg og så på

meg med skinnende øyne

den kom nærmere og nærmere

og varmen varmet

fra armene gule

ansiktet rødt



den stopper og spør:

blir du med meg inn i skogen

bli med meg gjennom trærne

gjennom gresset

bortover marka, skal jeg

under jorda, sa ilden

med munnen full av bark

og stemmen full av blomster


og jeg slo følge med den videre

gikk ved siden av den i mørket


jeg viser vei, sa ilden
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I shall tell you the fairy tale

I shall tell you the fairy tale you’re so fond of. That of the fire:



I met the fire in the forest

the fire saw me and looked

at me with blazing eyes

it came closer and closer

and the warmth warmed

from its arms yellow

its face red



it stops and asks:

will you come with me into the forest

come with me through the trees

through the grass

across the field, I’ll go

under the earth, said the fire

with its mouth full of bark

and its voice full of flowers


and I joined it on its journey

walked beside it in the dark


I’ll show the way, said the fire

I shall tell you the fairy tale

I shall tell you the fairy tale you’re so fond of. That of the fire:



I met the fire in the forest

the fire saw me and looked

at me with blazing eyes

it came closer and closer

and the warmth warmed

from its arms yellow

its face red



it stops and asks:

will you come with me into the forest

come with me through the trees

through the grass

across the field, I’ll go

under the earth, said the fire

with its mouth full of bark

and its voice full of flowers


and I joined it on its journey

walked beside it in the dark


I’ll show the way, said the fire
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