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Hans Rustad
Since our concern was speech, and speech impelled us To purify the dialect of the tribe And urge…
Vierge moderne <span>(+)</span>

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Vierge moderne (+)
Hans Rustad
Jag är ingen kvinna. Jag är ett neutrum. Jag är ett barn, en page och ett djärvt beslut,…
A Great Procession of Priests and Laymen <span>(+)</span>

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A Great Procession of Priests and Laymen (+)
Hans Rustad
A procession of priests and laymen— each walk of life represented— moves through streets, squares, and gates of…
A Byzantine Nobleman in Exile Composing Verses <span>(+)</span>

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A Byzantine Nobleman in Exile Composing Verses (+)
Hans Rustad
The frivolous can call me frivolous. I’ve always been most punctilious about important things. And I insist that…
If I should die <span>(+)</span>

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If I should die (+)
Hans Rustad
If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And…
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Hans Rustad
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living. T.S. Eliot Four Quartets «Little…
Working on a Dream <span>(+)</span>

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Working on a Dream (+)
Hans Rustad
Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely I think of you and I’m working on…
The Spirit of the Times <span>(+)</span>

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The Spirit of the Times (+)
Hans Rustad
I say that a prince may be seen happy to-day and ruined to-morrow without having shown any change…
Sprinterne <span>(+)</span>

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Sprinterne (+)
Hans Rustad
Niggeren Owens sprinter, germanerne stuper sprengt, Det blonde Stadion undres, og Føreren mørkner strengt. Men tenk da med…
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Hans Rustad
IT is not unknown to me how many men have had, and still have, the opinion that the…
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Hans Rustad
Maggie M’gill Miss Maggie M’Gill she lived on a hill, Her daddy got drunk and left her no…
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Hans Rustad
Vad jag vet är, att av sjuka föräldrar och sjuka lärare fostras ännu sjukare barn, tills det sjuka…
Going to heaven! <span>(+)</span>

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Going to heaven! (+)
Hans Rustad
Going to heaven! I don’t know when, Pray do not ask me how,– Indeed, I’m too astonished To…
Futility <span>(+)</span>

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Futility (+)
Hans Rustad
Move him into the sun – Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown.…
An Old Man <span>(+)</span>

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An Old Man (+)
Hans Rustad
At the noisy end of the café, head bent over the table, an old man sits alone, a…
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Hans Rustad
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where…