Category Archives: past

The old bard’s advice how to handle the pain of life

Gunnar Ekelöf 1907 – 1968 Swedish poet and translator.  He is one of the most significant, loved and well-known poets in the Swedish literature. From the poetry collection Dedikation 1934 Note: The poem here translated by me and just for … Continue reading

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“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it”

John 1:5 “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” After the last killings, Manhattan October 31, 2017, I felt such an overwhelming tiredness coming over me when I heard it on the news. It comes … Continue reading

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Online friends, good and bad ones

I have been a member on a pen pal site to and fro since 2011. I have met a few friends for life there, as Anne from England – a very nice lady now 76 years old. We been friends … Continue reading

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He was twenty and I was eighteen

He was twenty and I was eighteen and he drove a truck on free time to make some money and sometimes when he went for long drives over a weekend I was there with him in the cab. For him … Continue reading

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I lost him a Thursday in October

I lost him a Thursday in October. It was a chilly but sunny day and I had just went to bed for a nap. It was at 17.39 to be precise and 3600 km away he looked up and met … Continue reading

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Do you remember me?

minns du mig? har du också dagar då du bara hatar mig och dagar då blå längtan blommar ömt och kärleksfullt? Do you remember me, she writes. Do you have – like me – days when all is pain and … Continue reading

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The Fox (Nostalgia)

  In evenings, just when the first darkness falls and humans not sleep yet and he’s just began his nightly round, since his growling intestines forces him out from one of his temporary hiding places, he becomes standing for a … Continue reading

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1967 or 2017 – it’s the same lonely story

              1967 or 2017 – it’s the same story now as in the past. I’m left on my own alone with my books and my poetry and love is still a fallacy. But I’m … Continue reading

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Sentimentality

Youth is an awful and painful time in life – an enlightened eternal now without memories and shadows. Only sentimentality can provide relief, shadings and distance and create sweetness to life and to what was back then – make the … Continue reading

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Hon gillade aldrig min förortstvåa

(A song about lost love) (Francis Cabrel “Si tu la croises un jour”) (to Swedish by me) Hon gilla’ aldri’ min förortstvåa men du som färdas, om du träffar henne kom tillbaka och berätta, berätta Berätta om hennes hår ännu … Continue reading

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