Sånn er utsikten hos meg i dag. Duggfrisk med tåkeskyer den første dagen i september.
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September
it rained in my sleep
and in the morning the fields were wet
I dreamed of artillery
of the thunder of horses
in the morning the fields were strewn
with twigs and leaves
as if after a battle
or a sudden journey
I went to sleep in the summer
I dreamed of rain
in the morning the fields were wet
and it was autumn
- Linda Pastan, from Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems 1968-1998, 2009.
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