Ugh. School or something...

HAH. So I thought I would re-start a blog and actually tend to it. HAH.

Of course, school and life and sleep and a million things got in the way of me ever having the level of boredom/procrastination required to sit down and offer an update. So now I've decided that something will go up every day (or maybe every other, just so I don't lock myself into something ridiculous/unattainable.)

To you, my invisible and probably able to be counted on one hand readers, I offer the following random piece of Norwegian poetry:

by Tarjei Vesaas

Nattvakt	Night Watch
Den store pendelen	The large pendulum
er over huset.	Is over the house.
Den vesle messingpendelen svingar på veggen inne.	The small brass pendulum moves on the wall indoors.
Og det gamle trøytte hjarta i kråa	And the tired old heart in the bed
pendler på det siste	Makes its final moves
under vår vakt.	Under our watch.
Skugge over andleta	Shadow over the faces
Skugge over klokka	Shadow over the clock
-tre er ho blive.	-Now she is three.
alt er tunnsliti.	All is worn thin.
Pendlen glimtar	The pendulum twinkles
alt er tunnsliti.	All is worn thin.
Store pendlen	The large pendulum
står i hogg.	Ready to strike.
Andlet er tunne	Faces are thin
oppat og oppat	Upwards and upwards
andlet er tunne	Faces are thin
store pendlen	The large pendulum
store pendel	Large pendulum
i hogg-	Ready to strike-
der, inni dødstilla, talar	There, in deadly silence, she
ho so, har brukt opp sine stunder	Speaks so, has spent her moments
og no blir vakt ved i natta,	And is being watched in the night,
og alt heng tunt som i tråd.	And all hangs in a thin thread.
Ho som i dyktige hender	She who with able hands
samla kvar streng i huset,	Held each string in the house,
spør no i småe timar	Begs in these small hours
sakte om hjelp og råd.	Slowly for help and comfort.
---- og når han så høgg,	---- And when he hews,
utpå dagsida,	At dawn,
lyner han over land og hav	He flashes over land and sea
over mo og avgrunn,	Over fields and abyss,
og finn deg, flydd og bortgøymd	And finds you, flown and hidden
og forklædd	And disguised
i di ungdoms li,	In your valley of youth,
silande av overskot som eingong.	Brimming with the energy that was.