Poem
Monica Aasprong
the gaze is full of stamps
the gaze is full of stampsit shows where you have been
if there is a stamp you want to hide
then be shifty-eyed or sleep
with open or closed eyes
your gaze is stamped at all borders
every time you have crossed a border, I say
to the child, whether they are your own borders
or those of others
you can frighten others with the fear
in your eyes, I add
you laugh
that screwy laughter of yours
gets on my nerves
but you said I should
use the laughter-crying (that time
you gave me vocal cords as hard
as boards)
no, I say, you’re wrong
you must be thinking of
the fountain-tears
but you said
that I should weep
with the laughter
that I should get a crying
that was a laughter
no I never said that
© Translation: 2013, May-Brit Akerholt
the gaze is full of stamps
blikket er fylt av stempler
det viser hvor du har vært
om det er et stempel du vil skjule
så flakk med blikket eller sov
med åpne eller lukkede øyne
blikket stemples ved alle grenseoverganger
hver gang du har gått over en grense, sier
jeg til barnet, enten det er dine egne grenser
eller andres
redselen i blikket kan du skremme
andre med, legger jeg til
du ler
den skrullete latteren din
går meg på nervene
men du sa jo at jeg skulle
bruke lattergråten (den gangen
du ga meg stemmebånd harde
som plater)
nei, sier jeg, du tar feil
det må være fontenegråten
du tenker på
men du sa jo
at jeg skulle gråte
med latteren
at jeg skulle få en gråt
som var en latter
nei det har jeg aldri sagt
det viser hvor du har vært
om det er et stempel du vil skjule
så flakk med blikket eller sov
med åpne eller lukkede øyne
blikket stemples ved alle grenseoverganger
hver gang du har gått over en grense, sier
jeg til barnet, enten det er dine egne grenser
eller andres
redselen i blikket kan du skremme
andre med, legger jeg til
du ler
den skrullete latteren din
går meg på nervene
men du sa jo at jeg skulle
bruke lattergråten (den gangen
du ga meg stemmebånd harde
som plater)
nei, sier jeg, du tar feil
det må være fontenegråten
du tenker på
men du sa jo
at jeg skulle gråte
med latteren
at jeg skulle få en gråt
som var en latter
nei det har jeg aldri sagt
© 2010, Monica Aasprong
From: Et diktet barn
Publisher: Cappelen Damm, Oslo
From: Et diktet barn
Publisher: Cappelen Damm, Oslo
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the gaze is full of stamps
the gaze is full of stampsit shows where you have been
if there is a stamp you want to hide
then be shifty-eyed or sleep
with open or closed eyes
your gaze is stamped at all borders
every time you have crossed a border, I say
to the child, whether they are your own borders
or those of others
you can frighten others with the fear
in your eyes, I add
you laugh
that screwy laughter of yours
gets on my nerves
but you said I should
use the laughter-crying (that time
you gave me vocal cords as hard
as boards)
no, I say, you’re wrong
you must be thinking of
the fountain-tears
but you said
that I should weep
with the laughter
that I should get a crying
that was a laughter
no I never said that
© 2013, May-Brit Akerholt
From: Et diktet barn
From: Et diktet barn
the gaze is full of stamps
the gaze is full of stampsit shows where you have been
if there is a stamp you want to hide
then be shifty-eyed or sleep
with open or closed eyes
your gaze is stamped at all borders
every time you have crossed a border, I say
to the child, whether they are your own borders
or those of others
you can frighten others with the fear
in your eyes, I add
you laugh
that screwy laughter of yours
gets on my nerves
but you said I should
use the laughter-crying (that time
you gave me vocal cords as hard
as boards)
no, I say, you’re wrong
you must be thinking of
the fountain-tears
but you said
that I should weep
with the laughter
that I should get a crying
that was a laughter
no I never said that
© 2013, May-Brit Akerholt
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