Poem of the Week, week 39: Steinar Opstad

SEPTEMBER September smells of mucid dreams and a rotting sweetness oh, the high day, it’s soon over! I’m left in the faint sunlight with the memories of a summer’s longings: only poems and leaves in my pockets and no promises Translated by Anthony Barnett

SEPTEMBER September dufter av jordslåtte drømmer og råtten sødme å, høye dag, snart er det over! Jeg står i det blasse sollyset med minnene om en sommers lengsler: bare dikt og løv har jeg i lommene og ingen løfter

Aus Steinar Opstad (1971–), Å, høye dag, Kolon Forlag, Oslo 2013.

Poem of the Week. 52 poems through the year

From the time when the earliest texts were recorded in runic inscriptions, poetry has had a strong position in Norway. By introducing a new poem each week throughout 2019, we aim to highlight the quality and breadth of Norwegian poetry. «Poem of the Week» presents 52 poems, inspired by the changing seasons and the passing of the year. The selection has been made by Annette Vonberg and Tone Carlsen, and consists of poems from the earliest handwritten manuscripts up until today, with a special emphasis on contemporary poetry.

Poem of the Week, week 39: Steinar Opstad "September"

Take part in a weekly journey through 52 poems by authors from Norway throughout 2019 – Norway’s year as Guest of Honour.

Poem of the Week. 52 poems through the year