It's June today. Summer. In Norway that season is short, very short. We wait for it, eager to see the snow melt away and the leaves come out, and then, in a breath, it's over...
I want to share with you this poem by Hans Børli, a Norwegian writer. It's about the fact that our days on earth is so very, very few, and that we should take care of this little window of time we have with the people we love...
(I've made a translation in the end of the post, it's not a poetic re-writing, just a translation to explain what the words are.)
av Hans Børli
Vi sitter i slørblå junikveld
og svaler oss ute på trammen.
Og alt vi ser har dobbelt liv,
fordi vi sanser det sammen.
Se - skogsjøen ligger og skinner rødt
av sunkne solefalls-riker.
Og blankt som en ting av gammelt sølv
er skriket som lommen skriker.
Og heggen ved grinda brenner så stilt
av nykveikte blomsterkvaster.
Nå skjelver de kvitt i et pust av vind,
- det er som om noe haster...
Å, flytt deg nærmere inn til meg
her på kjøkkentrammen!
Den er så svimlende kort den stund
vi mennesker er sammen.
NIGHTFALL IN JUNE
by Hans Børli
We sit in veil blue June night
in the freshness out on the front steps.
And everything we see has double life
because we sense it together.
Look - the wood lake is shining in red
by sunken sunset kingdoms.
And bright as old silver
is the cry from the bird above us.
And the bird-cherry by the gate burn silently
of newborn flowers.
Now they tremble, white, in a breath of wind,
- just like there is a hurry...
Oh, move closer to me,
here on the steps!
It is so dizzingly short, that time,
we humans are together.