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North

Look North more often.

Go against the wind, you’ll get ruddy cheeks.

Find the rough path. Keep to it.

It’s shorter.

North is best.

Winter’s flaming sky,

summer-night’s sun miracle.

Go against the wind. Climb mountains.

Look north.

More often.

This land is long.

Most is north.

Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994)

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Over lowland, over snow and tundra

bows are drawn, red in the morning sky.

See! The light is winning!

And the stream is streaming

towards open minds

and towards seeds dreaming

of growth.

Einar Skjæraasen (1900-1966)

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Reindeer herd, Finnmarksvidda

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Samaåsen, Harstad

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Morning air is like froth on the waves.

Day takes pleasure in balmy ease.

Evening has peace.

But only night has the universe.

André Bjerke (1918-1985)

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Now

Such a tiny word.

Now.

And yet it holds

all eternity.

Hans Børli (1918-1989)

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At night the Aurora comeswith white clothes-linesand hangs it up to dry

in the stellar wind.

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Blue-white and clean, but thin.Shirts and long shifts,

- almost like angels’ raiment.

Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994)

Storjorda, Harstad

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Frosted window

Star-swarm!

Look, there’s frost on the window. It is the stars

crackling like frozen dew on Earth’s window.

Let’s breathe on them,

extend our heart’s sign,

our young warmth to the sleeping crystals,

so they turn to tears of joy, smilingly

stream away, and allow us

a glimpse of storm-blue sky.

Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994)

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Just thin needles - It’s so thin, the light.

And there is so little of it.

Darkness is vast.Light is only thin needles

in endless night.

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The Northern Lights over Lofoten

And it has to travel so farthrough desolate space.

So let us be gentle with it.

Cherish it.So that it will return tomorrow.

Let’s hope.

Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994)

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Henningsvær

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I listen

anew:

spring sounds in my ears grow

lighter.

And the sounds are no longer

sounds only

but also light

endless days...

B. Moske

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Reine, Lofoten

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Oh I know of a land

far away to the north

with glittering sand

linking mountain and fjord.

Where I’m longing to go,

where my heart is tied so

with the finest of bands:

I remember, remember so well this dear land!

Elias Blix (1836-1902)

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And flocks of seabirds here in the north

flowers of the air become

and new-formed lies the land of hope

in the wondrous midnight sun.

Nordahl Grieg (1902-1943)

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Ekkerøy nesting clif f

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