Red Leaves

My sister gave me a Norwegian fall poem for my birthday, 

and I think it is too lovely not to share.

RAUDE LAUV

Lik raude lauv
som atter vert grøne
like brune lauv
som vinkar i vinden
og kviler på jorda
kviler i jorda
før dei atter er der
grøne
og byrge
i sin uskjønelege byrgskap
som heng så trygt
i vind
i sol
i regn.

Jon Fosse

With a Copy of "A House of Pomegranates"

Go, little book,
To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl,
Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl:
And bid him look
Into thy pages: it may hap that he
May find that golden maidens dance through thee.

Oscar Wilde 




I got the complete works of Oscar Wilde at a thrift store this weekend. it was t he sage colored, aged cover that drew me in, but I think I will learn to love the content of the pages as well. Oh, the magic of words...