You’ll never get to sleep

av den 10. mai 2017

Her kommer et utkast til et dikt jeg skrev ned i den fine, grønne notatboka mi for nesten en måned siden, nærmere sagt 10. mai. Av en eller annen merkelig grunn kommer de fleste ideene, utkastene eller diktene mine på engelsk nå for tiden. Skal ikke se bortifra at jeg prøver å lage en norsk versjon snart, men for nå legger jeg ut dette:

You’ll never get to sleep,
your beating heart,
this city, a breathing beast,
never sleeping, never dying,
always changing:

What once was is not anymore, down the street
there was a pizza restaurant, now a burger take-out,
the little corner cafe has turned into a shop for e-cigarettes,
this city of mine, always changing,
new parkways, new parks,
new plants, new flowers,
old houses being teared down,
the past, our common (hi)story
ripped to pieces,
always tearing down
what we love the most, the stories of the past
turns into rubble and dust, everything in these walls,
all that once was, people that lived, whole lives,
in these old wood buildings
built by weary and old work-men’s hands,
one nail and rivet at a time,
wood on wood, planks carved out,

their handprints of the past
all over

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