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Arbeid <span>(+)</span>

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Arbeid (+)
Jon Eirik Lundberg
Noen ugjerningsmenn har sprengt jernbanebroen Vognene brenner nede i dalen Sårede svømmer i det kokende vannet som strømmer…
Everything is plundered <span>(+)</span>

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Everything is plundered (+)
Jon Eirik Lundberg
Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, Death’s great black wing scrapes the air, Misery gnaws to the bone. Why…
Man In The Sun <span>(+)</span>

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Man In The Sun (+)
Jon Eirik Lundberg
she reads to me from the New Yorker which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in…
Løgn <span>(+)</span>

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Løgn (+)
Jon Eirik Lundberg
Det er løgn, hvad jeg skrev i det brev, jeg brændte at jeg tænker på dig hele tiden.…
Encounter <span>(+)</span>

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Encounter (+)
Jon Eirik Lundberg
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness.…
When the music's over <span>(+)</span>

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When the music's over (+)
Hans Rustad
We’re gettin’ tired of hangin’ around Waitin’ around with our heads to the ground I hear a very…
Gacela of Unforseen Love <span>(+)</span>

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Gacela of Unforseen Love (+)
Jon Eirik Lundberg
No one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb. Nobody knew that you tormented a…
Pull A String, A Puppet Moves <span>(+)</span>

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Pull A String, A Puppet Moves (+)
Jon Eirik Lundberg
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the…
At Least <span>(+)</span>

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At Least (+)
Jon Eirik Lundberg
I want to get up early one morning, before sunrise. Before the birds, even. I want to throw…
One's-self I sing <span>(+)</span>

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One's-self I sing (+)
Jon Eirik Lundberg
ONE’S-SELF I sing—a simple, separate Person; Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse. Of Physiology from top…
Inngang <span>(+)</span>

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Inngang (+)
Hans Rustad
Milde død du hvis skjønnhet er en smerte du hvis kjærlighet er grusom du hvis glede er en…
Alexandrian Kings <span>(+)</span>

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Alexandrian Kings (+)
Hans Rustad
The Alexandrians turned out in force to see Cleopatra’s children, Kaisarion and his little brothers, Alexander and Ptolemy,…
Auden <span>(+)</span>

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Auden (+)
Hans Rustad
What they share is only the feeling of remoteness and desertion, of having marched for miles and miles,…
In 200 B.C <span>(+)</span>

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In 200 B.C (+)
Hans Rustad
«Alexander son of Philip, and the Greeks except the Lacedaemonians–« We can very well imagine that they were…
Archaic Torso of Apollo <span>(+)</span>

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Archaic Torso of Apollo (+)
Hans Rustad
Archaischer Torso Apollos Wir kannten nicht sein unerhörtes Haupt, darin die Augenäpfel reiften. Aber sein Torso glüht noch…
Für Hans Carossa <span>(+)</span>

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Für Hans Carossa (+)
Hans Rustad
Auch noch Verlieren ist unser; und selbst das Vergessen hat noch Gestalt in dem bleibenden Reich der Verwandlung.…