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"De stiger op, planetens sommerfugle / I Brajčinodalens middagshede luft..."
(translation by submitter: "They rise up, the planet's butterflies / In the midday heat of the Brajčino Valley...")
Read this in the original Dansk (Danish) here | Read an English translation of one of the sonnets in this sonnet cycle here
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silvergoldsea · 10 months
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sailing / sejlads
Henrik Nordbrandt
After having loved we lie close together and at the same time with distance between us like two sailing ships that enjoy so intensely their own lines in the dank water they divide that their hulls are almost splitting from sheer delight while racing, out in the blue under sails which the night wind fills with flowerscented air and moonlight – without one of them ever trying to outsail the other and without the distance between them lessening or growing at all.
But there are other nights, where we drift like two brightly illuminated luxury liners lying side by side with the engines shut off, under a strange constellation and without a single passenger on board: On each deck a violin orchestra is playing in honor of the luminous waves. And the sea is full of old tired ships which we have sunk in our attempt to reach each other.
— — — — — Efter at have elsket ligger vi tæt sammen og på samme tid med afstand mellem os som to sejlskibe der nyder deres egne linier i de mørke vande, de skiller så intenst, at deres skrog er lige ved at åbne sig af ren og skær fryd mens de sejler om kap, ud i det blå under sejl, som nattevinden fylder med blomsterduftende vind og måneskin – uden at et af dem på noget tidspunkt forsøger at sejle det andet agterud og uden at afstanden mellem dem formindskes eller forøges en smule.
Men der er andre nætter, hvor vi driver af sted som to klart illuminerede luxuslinere der ligger side om side med maskinerne slået fra, under en fremmed stjernehimmel og uden en eneste passager om bord: På hvert dæk spiller et violinorkester til ære for de lysende bølger. Og havet er fuldt af gamle, trætte skibe som vi har sænket i vores forsøg på at nå hinanden.
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noworldconcerto · 2 years
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from a newspaper clipping about Yahya, 2013. my little google translation - help, suggestions appreciated, welcome.
ME I'M ALREADY ON THE WAY TO THE PUSHER/ ON THE WAY TO COUSIN/ON THE WAY TO THE BURGLARY/ ON THE ROAD TO HÆLLERHASSAN/ ON THE WAY TO SNITCHES/ YES ME I AM ALREADY ON THE WAY TO INTELLECTUALISM/ ON THE WAY TO JOURNALISTS/ ON THE WAY TO ARTIST/ ON THE WAY TO A READING/ ON THE WAY TO POET/ ON THE WAY TO GLORY
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manwalksintobar · 10 months
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A life  // Henrik Nordbrandt
You struck a match and its flame blinded you so you couldn’t find what you were looking for in the darkness before the match burned out between your fingers and pain made you forget what you were looking for.                            
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Så Tag Mit Hjerte
Sa tag mit hjerte i dine Haender, men tag det varsomt og tag det blidt, det røde hjerte - nu er det dit.
Det slar sa roligt,det slar sa daempet, for det har elsket, og det har lidt, nu er det stille - nu er det dit.
Og det kan sares og det kan segne, og det kan glemme og glemme tit, men glemmer aldrig, at det er dit.
Det var sa staerkt og saa stolt,mit Hjerte, det sov og drømte i lyst og leg, nu kan det knuses - men kum af dig.
So Take My Heart
So take my heart in your hands, but take it carefully and take it gently, the red heart - it is now yours.
It beats so quietly, it beats so softly, for it has loved and it has suffered, now it is quiet - now it is yours.
And it can get hurt, it can languish, and it can forget, and it often does, but never will it forget that it is yours.
It was so strong and so proud, my heart, it slept and dreamt in joy and play, now it can be broken - but only by you.
Tove Ditlevsen was a Danish poet. She was born in 1917 in Copenhagen. Her debut as a lyricist dates back to 1937, when one of her poems is published in the newspaper Vild Hvede. A couple of years later, her first poem collection is released with the title “Pigesind” (“Female Mind”). In that period of time, she was in charge of the Danish newspaper Familie Journalen’s column “Smaa Hverdagsproblemer” (“Small Everyday Problems”) after the death of Edith Rode. The following poem, “Så Tag Mit Hjerte”, is taken from Tove’s poem collection “Lille Verden” (“Little World”), released in 1942.
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ohnoitstbskyen · 1 year
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Det er hvidt herude, kyndelmisse slår sin knude overmåde hvas og hård, hvidt forneden, hvidt foroven, pudret tykt står træ i skoven som udi min abildgård.
Det er tyst herude, kun med sagte pik på rude melder sig den små musvit. Der er ingen fugl, der synger, finken kun på kvisten gynger, ser sig om og hvipper lidt.
Det er koldt herude, ravne skrige, ugler tude, søge føde, søge læ. Kragen spanker om med skaden højt på rygningen af laden, skeler til det tamme kræ.
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Inderlig jeg længes efter vår, men vintren strænges, atter vinden om til nord! Kom, sydvest, som frosten tvinger, kom med dine tågevinger, kom og løs den bundne jord!
- St. St. Blicher, 1838
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etapereine · 3 months
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the world will never be the same
"Alexander Hamilton", Hamilton: An American Musical | Jonas Vingegaard on the podium of the 2021 Tour de France ©Jean Catuffe/Getty Images | Jonas Vingegaard on the podium of the 2022 Tour de France ©Etienne Garnier/ATP/Getty Images
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culminate · 2 years
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Bruno is orange - Hop Along / My Own Private Idaho / 'The Hours' - Michael Cunningham / My Own Private Idaho / Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart - Mitski / My Own Private Idaho / 'War of the Foxes' - Richard Siken / My Own Private Idaho
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blinkbones · 1 year
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i thought you all might want to see the very professional analysis i wrote in my copy of hamlet in a fit of drunken joy
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i hope you agree. because im right
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persephonediary · 1 year
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Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Everyday, I walk myself into a state of well-being & walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. But by sitting still, & the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill. Thus if one just keeps on walking, everything will be all right.
Søren Kierkegaard
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amatesura · 2 years
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T. F. Thiselton-Dyer, The Ghost World (1893)
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the-sound-ofrain · 1 year
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Iska Dinesen (Danish Author)
- i usually don't share another poet's work over my page but this is worthy enough to do so. she just summoned the whole in a 12 small words. every poetry in this world will still remains a subset of it.
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youngmrshudson · 1 month
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Danish Poem called “the night machine” by Michael Strunge (Danish Poet)
I love this poem, its very beautiful 🥰 ✨🥲
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cantfindmylabel · 2 years
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København.
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A forgotten place in the north, by the sea.
A place where I found magic inside myself and that was enough.
A place where you get to forget the sun and when it appears you squeeze every moment of light.
A place that was never mine.
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amaceinglyordinary · 1 year
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A little project we did in school💕
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“I travel, fill the time. Backwards, then forwards again. An unbalance. Chaos. Consequences. She disappears in paradoxes”
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