Håndens skælven I November / The Trembling of the Hand in November
There are 16 months in a year: November
December, January February, March, April
May, June, July, August, September
October, November, November, November, November.
When at last the sun shines in November
it shines so strongly
that even the blind give a start
when they hear the roar of their shadows
The great confusion I love is in these poems:
Don’t expect to see the next mountain from this one
or the sky on account of the high plateau.
I fling off my words like lovers their clothes.
Translated by W. Glyn Jones