Fini Lokke Poems

A painting of a violin
should be a violin itself
for light to play it's gone.
Within yourself you paint a violin that's gone,
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What I will not forget
is blows resounding on the bow
of the Atlantic liner 'Stockholm'
going westward to the open ocean
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I may have tried to understand the wind
as if it told me something in particular,
but suddenly I find it tedious, in vain,
the way it comes and goes, and always is the same.
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Staying to find what's new to life
makes me begin right where I stand.
There I see birds coming to the sea
as if exchanging views
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Neither day without the sun
nor night without the stars,
neither country without town
nor citizen without the law
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If I would simply print an alphabet
I literally were analphabet
On the other hand poetic license
might be held against me if I didn't
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