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Hans Rustad
Bare Nat, et kokende Mørke omkring mig. Jeg blinker og tror jeg lever endnu, jeg har ogsaa Liv…
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Hans Rustad
Jeg erkender, at jeg er en levende Motsigelse, og jeg forstår det ikke selv. Men jeg er ude…
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Hans Rustad
Vakker? Hun var deilig, hun var syndig søt. Øine som råsilke, armer av rav! Bare et enkelt blik…
Saaledes var Kjærligheten. <span>(+)</span>

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Saaledes var Kjærligheten. (+)
Hans Rustad
Nei nei, den var atter meget anderledes og den var som ingen anden Ting i hele Verden. Den…
Envoys from Alexandria <span>(+)</span>

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Envoys from Alexandria (+)
Hans Rustad
For centuries they hadn’t seen gifts at Delphi as wonderful as those sent by the two brothers, the…
Godnat herinde <span>(+)</span>

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Godnat herinde (+)
Hans Rustad
Nu ruger Nat over Enge og alt i Mørke forgaar. Jeg lytter her fra min Rute, det tier…
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Hans Rustad
You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody…
Courage <span>(+)</span>

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Courage (+)
Hans Rustad
«It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a…
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Hans Rustad
Human beings, as Rushdie put it in his essay «In Good Faith», written a year after the fatwa,…
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night <span>(+)</span>

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (+)
Hans Rustad
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;…
For Osip Mandelstam <span>(+)</span>

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For Osip Mandelstam (+)
Hans Rustad
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on…
How can you bear to look at the Neva? <span>(+)</span>

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How can you bear to look at the Neva? (+)
Hans Rustad
How can you bear to look at the Neva? How can you bear to cross the bridges?. Not…
The Age <span>(+)</span>

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The Age (+)
Hans Rustad
My beast, my age, who will try to look you in the eye, and weld the vertebrae of…
Brothers, let us glorify freedom’s twilight <span>(+)</span>

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Brothers, let us glorify freedom’s twilight (+)
Hans Rustad
Brothers, let us glorify freedom’s twilight – the great, darkening year. Into the seething waters of the night…
Silentium <span>(+)</span>

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Silentium (+)
Hans Rustad
She has not yet been born: she is music and word, and therefore the untorn, fabric of what…
A flame is in my blood <span>(+)</span>

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A flame is in my blood (+)
Hans Rustad
A flame is in my blood burning dry life, to the bone. I do not sing of stone,…