From each other
The houses far apart
The long woods
With that tone of
melancholy
Covered in subtle and
violent snow
The high trees
That seem to taste the
blue sky
And the dark night
Incensed with stars
The scandinavian soul torn
apart
By two poles
One of awe
That kind of awe
Which comes from beholding
the sublimity of nature
Or the face of death
When it comes to request
the soul of others
Whom we love or know
The other pole is
happiness
That inviolated happiness
that comes with spring
When the world turns back
to itself
And blooms
And becomes prodigal
In a second
That resembles eternity
But that hope for
permanency
Yet lies far away
From the hand that tries
to reach out
And the cycle repeats
The contingency of
suffering and joy
That tension
Is both remarkable and
imposible.
Dear and resilient
Scandinavian soul
Bestowed with gifts of
gold and woe.
Santiago Hamelau
