Poem of the Week, week 8: Gene Dalby

FEBRUARY NIGHT I went out one cold February night It was snowing But it felt to me like shattered glass Falling to earth As if a window Had been broken on high It fell against my face Stung my skin And I felt something running down my cheek The lack of sound scared me There I was wading through shattered glass And not a sound… Translated by Annabelle Despard

FEBRUARNATT Jeg gikk ut en kald februarnatt Det snedde Men jeg følte det som om det var glasskår Som falt til jorden Som om et vindu Var blitt knust høyt der oppe Det falt mot ansiktet mitt Det stakk i huden Og jeg kjente noe renne nedover kinnet Mangelen på lyd skremte meg Her vasset jeg i glasskår Og ikke en lyd ...

From Gene Dalby (born 1957), Linedanser på piggtråd, Aschehoug, Oslo 1979.

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 8: Gene Dalby "February night"

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