Frogs
Frogs sit more solid
than anything sits. In mid-leap they are
parachutists falling
in a free fall. They die on roads
with arms across their chests and
heads high.
I love frogs that sit
like Buddha, that fall without
parachutes, that die
like Italian tenors.
Above all, I love them because,
pursued in water, they never
panic so much that they fail
to make stylish triangles
with their ballet dancer's
legs.
"People haven't got the interest in long long works these days. A lack of interest which I share."
(Norman MacCaig)
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God bedring vennen min, jeg håper du kommer på skolen i morgen. L hilser.
Klem
veldig bra skrevet. skal gruble litt på det dikter ;)
gleder meg til onsdag!
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