THE MOUNTAIN HOLDS ITS BREATH


there was a deep breath
and then the mountain stood there
then the mountains stood there
and that’s how the mountains stand there

and stoop downwards
and downwards
into themselves
and hold their breath

while heaven and sea
stroke and beat
the mountain holds its breath


作者
约恩·福瑟

译者
May-Brit Akerholt

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