A SHEET OF PAPER LIT UP BY MEMORY Poem by Rune Christiansen

But still - the poem's patient independence, and the shallow depths near heaven, a phrase I have from Ekelöf (‘As in the ballad' published 10 October 1964), perhaps simply to remind myself that the draught from the open kitchen window, and the thin, cold drizzle, snowflakes almost, set the scene for an awkward perspective that evening. The year was 2003. How would it go with us?
And on the grey respatex table, next to a black dice, lay the photograph of father, a picture that had once been stapled to a public document unknown to me. I noted that we did not resemble each other, but when I turned my face towards the twilight I found the way home all the same.