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Saturday, September 19, 2020

When They Sleep - Rolf Jacobsen


 All people are children when they sleep.
There's no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in the quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
- God, teach me the language of sleep.

Rolf Jacobsen
from: Night Music: Selected Poems
Translated by Robert Hardin

With thanks to 
Ivan Granger
at Poetry Chaikhana

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