Curtain Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Blank screen of doom find me wonderful words,
nothing fancy just words that have a resonance in
my mind and gladden my heart.

I remember a boy of fourteen, every morning at six
he milked, five cows, by hand, leaning his heads on
the cow´s womb he dreamt of Africa

Africa, but I met my wife she is from Congo, so you
may say I know Africa intimately but
that was not what the boy was dreaming of.

O, blank screen do not let me fall into banalities,
it is just I like to remember as much as I can
before the screen the curtain draws the screen.