Håkan Sandell Poems

My time is now, my place is here,
the password long since been spoken -
no longer do I need to seek for it.
But as a wing will try to test its flight
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Healthy metallic the pigeons
glisten in shadows of woods.
Fragile though richly so coloured,
billowing shawls of pure silk.
Slender and vividly red their
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I see you at times, Asli, in the shape of a dog.
The spell - the curse still lingers on.
With old wounds, new ones freshly dried,
worn out and weary, and your body
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Poetry rejoices even if the culture dies,
over the girl with her first electric, how her high,
thin voice, amplified many times
over by the loudspeaker, is like a giant's
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When I saw one of those men touch your hair,
I heard for the first time in many a year
the ancient battle trumpets and I saw
the banners of an army winding off to war
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