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The dream we carry : selected and last poems of Olav H. Hauge
Poems. Selections. English & Norwegian
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"Sage and plainspoken - and bearing resemblance to Chinese poetry - Olav Hauge's compact, classically restrained poems are rooted in his training as a farmer and an orchardist, his deep reading in ...
"Sage and plainspoken - and bearing resemblance to Chinese poetry - Olav Hauge's compact, classically restrained poems are rooted in his training as a farmer and an orchardist, his deep reading in world literatures, and a lifetime of careful attention to the beauties and rigors of the western Norwegian fjord region. His spare imagery and unpretentious tone range from bleak to unabashedly joyous - an intricate interplay between head, heart, and hand. This bilingual edition - introduced by Robert Bly, and translated by Bly and Robert Hedin - includes poems from Hauge's seven books, as well as a gathering of his never-before-translated last works."--BOOK JACKET.
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- translations by Robert Bly and Robert Hedin
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- English, Norwegian
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- Port Townsend, Wash. : Copper Canyon Press, [2008]
- ©2008
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- xiii, 128 pages ; 23 cm
- ISBNs
- 9781556592881, 1556592884
- OCLC
- ocn218192754
- Text in English and Norwegian.
- Ocean -- Conch -- Slowly the truth dawns -- The gold rooster -- Don't come to me with the entire truth -- I open the curtains -- Evening clouds -- To Li Po -- Smoke -- It's cold in big houses -- Kuppern on skates at Squaw Valley -- Barley field -- This is not the kingdom of the poor -- Truth -- The everyday -- We don't sail the same sea -- There is nothing so scary -- Erratic boulder -- Across the swamp -- Ogmund riding home -- I stand here, do you understand -- To the memory of old Vamråk -- Up on top -- One word -- Let me be like the dung beetle -- Winter has left behind -- Winter morning -- And I was sorrow -- You are the wind -- In the chicken yard -- Scythe -- Bertolt Brecht -- Poem -- The old poet tries his hand at being a modernist -- I have three poems -- Today I saw -- Today I understood -- Green apples -- Briar rose -- This is the dream -- T'ao Ch'ien -- Harvest time -- Anxiety -- Dead tree -- Leaf huts and snow houses -- Read Lu Chi and make a poem -- I see you've learned -- One poem a day -- The old poet has made a line -- In the Parker pen -- Cold day -- Midwinter : Snow -- Snowmen in the green hayfield -- I have lived here -- I look at the stamp -- I aim a little higher -- You ride on still -- Not by car, not by plane -- Looking at an old mirror -- From the war -- December moon 1969 -- Animal grave -- Mountains don't attract me anymore -- Years of experience with bows and arrows -- New tablecloth -- For Bodil who sent me a record of Bach and Handel -- The dream -- I stop under a lamppost on a snowy evening -- The big scales -- When all is said and done -- Mountains are hard to move around -- How long did you sleep? -- To my fingers -- I pass the Arctic Circle -- The carpet