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Dead Poem <span>(+)</span>

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Dead Poem (+)
Hans Rustad
Buried in a luxurious rain I only came to see you again. The grave is lonely The nearby…
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Hans Rustad
De kristne religionene var blodige og drepende idet de fjernet seg fra sine tekster, mens islam ble det…
The Choice (III) <span>(+)</span>

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The Choice (III) (+)
Hans Rustad
Why did the world fly past me so quickly it did not let itself be held approached addressed…
The Choice (II) <span>(+)</span>

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The Choice (II) (+)
Hans Rustad
To locate the true word which is in its prime is calm breaks not into hysterics has no…
A choice <span>(+)</span>

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A choice (+)
Hans Rustad
To walk away to slam the lid of silence or yet again to take up the effor anew…
Græs <span>(+)</span>

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Græs (+)
Hans Rustad
Græsset er underligt højt for mig, som ligger med Næsen mod Jord. Bøjer jeg mig saa dybt som…
For fedrelandet <span>(+)</span>

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For fedrelandet (+)
Hans Rustad
For Norge, for vårt Fedrenord opløft deg, frie Presse! Dets sterke Ånder Spyd af Ord i deg for…
For Trykkefriheten <span>(+)</span>

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For Trykkefriheten (+)
Hans Rustad
Hvor trives noe godt og skjønt og stort i tvang? Kvel engen – gresset blir ei grønt. Bind…
Remorse For Any Death <span>(+)</span>

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Remorse For Any Death (+)
Hans Rustad
Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man:…
Kammarspel <span>(+)</span>

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Kammarspel (+)
Hans Rustad
Ett Gathörn; och midt emot ett stort hus En man står i gathörnet oc ser uppåt huset, der…
The Road Not Taken <span>(+)</span>

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The Road Not Taken (+)
Hans Rustad
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler,…
Three Airs for the Beggar’s Opera, Air XXII <span>(+)</span>

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Three Airs for the Beggar’s Opera, Air XXII (+)
Hans Rustad
Youth’s the season made for joys, Love is then our duty; She alone who that employs, Well deserves…
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Hans Rustad
If, in an odd angle of the hutment, A puppy laps the water from a can Of flowers,…
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Hans Rustad
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and…
In Memory of Sigmund Freud (9) <span>(+)</span>

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In Memory of Sigmund Freud (9) (+)
Hans Rustad
One rational voice is dumb. Over his grave the household of Impulse mourns one dearly loved: sad is…
In Memory of Sigmund Freud (8) <span>(+)</span>

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In Memory of Sigmund Freud (8) (+)
Hans Rustad
But he wishes us more than this. To be free is often to be lonely. He would unite…