Fredrik Nyberg

Fredrik Nyberg Poems

Diagonals.

The scent of chlorine.

I must have slept since I wake up.
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I only grow older
Your head is excessively pale and still.
If Europe's history is true, I want to learn it as one learns
a song. Today when I was going out to buy chips and
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The will is horizontal.
The plants' fat casings shine for a long time.
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The date belongs to the photograph
Roland Barthes


Dates, seasons;
a pair of slow residential streets
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Tuesday.
Is God an in- or exhalation?
Snow does not fall silently (oblong) everywhere.
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People eat sand.
I ask you if I can change.
Your left hand is a peculiar zoning.
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Fredrik Nyberg Biography

Fredrik Nyberg was born in 1968 in Gothenburg where he still lives. He debuted in 1998 with the poetry-book En annorlunda praktik (A Different Practice) that in translation by Jennifer Hayashida was short-listed for Best Translated Book Award in 2008. In all Fredrik Nyberg has published five books of poetry: En annorlunda praktik (1998), Blomsterur (2000), Åren (2002), Det blir inte rättvist bara för att båda blundar (2006) and Nio, nine, neun, neuf (2008). Together with his wife Lotta Magnusson Nyberg he has also written the children's book Pandi och kamelen träffar surikaterna (2007).)

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GALANTHUS (L. mask.)

Diagonals.

The scent of chlorine.

I must have slept since I wake up.

The head and the neck are yet another experience.






February.
The birds weigh almost nothing.
In a park, right near Vasaplatsen, there is a
tree—one can see it from the streetcar—whose heavy branches appear
to strive downward, towards the ground.
I must always be the one who is consoled.

Translated from Swedish by Jennifer Hayashida

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