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Turning myself easily. It is not enclosed.

Turning myself easily. It is not enclosed.
All the way to the edge. Reality. From the fingers
come threads which extend out into the room.
Sitting like black birds. With big peeled
pupils. It is not difficult.

© Translation: 2014, Pamela Robertson-Pearce

Draai me eenvoudig. Het is niet omheind.

Draai me eenvoudig. Het is niet omheind.
Tot aan de rand. Werkelijkheid. Uit de vingers
komen draden die de kamer ingaan. En
er als zwarte vogels zitten. Met grote vlakke
pupillen. Het is niet moeilijk.

© Vertaling: 2014, Lisette Keustermans

Vänder mig enkelt. Det är inte kringgärdat.
Ända till kanten. Verklighet. Från fingrarna
kommer trådar som går ut i rummet. Och
sitter som svarta fåglar. Med stora avskalade
pupiller. Det är inte svårt.

© 2009, Ann Jäderlund
From: Vad hjälper det en människa om hon häller rent vatten över sig i alla sina dagar
Publisher: Albert Bonniers Förlag, Stockholm

Ann Jäderlund

Ann Jäderlund

Ann Jäderlund connects her poetry to other texts and art forms to a large extent. She uses fragments from European literature, such as ‘you died today or was it yesterday’, an echo of the opening sentence from Albert Camus’s The Stranger. Her poetry leans on psychological and philosophical concepts (for example by Freud or Hume) and she attempts to capture the slow language of Iranian films in ...

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I look at a leaf and attach my hope

Turning myself easily. It is not enclosed.

WHY ARE WE NOT IN PARADISE?

When life passes away. Each heavily

And the sea gave back the dead. Those who had been thrown into it. But

That which is in the water. But is not

That is all the thoughts of the heads. When one

Everything there is alike. One

The self in the sun and the self in the human.

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Turning myself easily. It is not enclosed.

Turning myself easily. It is not enclosed.
All the way to the edge. Reality. From the fingers
come threads which extend out into the room.
Sitting like black birds. With big peeled
pupils. It is not difficult.

© 2014, Pamela Robertson-Pearce
From: Vad hjälper det en människa om hon häller rent vatten över sig i alla sina dagar

Turning myself easily. It is not enclosed.

Turning myself easily. It is not enclosed.
All the way to the edge. Reality. From the fingers
come threads which extend out into the room.
Sitting like black birds. With big peeled
pupils. It is not difficult.

© 2014, Pamela Robertson-Pearce

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