1 SIGFRIDSSON – HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD (POETRY E-BOOK)

After most of these translations have been sitting around for five years, I finally got it somewhat together.

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TAKEN YEARS WANDERED

 Taken years wander around, 

too Bored with day and night

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The wind hisses,

newly kindled stars gaze

.

Hugen cuts after, in me,

while clouds ignore and the birds swear

.

Are then waking the night in vain

and fathoming the moonbeams

over this bloomed out meadow

.

Surrounded traces of this life 

become gladness itself to a shimmer,

which runs 

through its ground base

before hope is expected

and avoiding

the formed heritage

where inaccessible turns,

waiting, Calling, waiting

.

One inside all the Light in here is played;

hearing wind whisper itself amongst leaves

in front of this awaited death duty plight

A rare functioning love insight

.

.

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BLISS!

LOVE!

NECTAR!

TAKEN YEARS WANDERED

TAKEN YEARS WANDERED

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Third time for me this thingy with arranging photos. I usually would not touch on anything off what I snap, but here we go, trying to be pretty as can be.

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INVIOLABLE

Poured in a few warming glances for sweetly rare memories

to carry away, pity gone by, to enclose this inviolable,

yet get to sense those wet summer meadows caress my legs,

to catch the calm wind close to the corner of this stable

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Dreamed,

I am everywhere down here called a dreamed

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A hidden,

inside indecisions; the seasons rake me in as gone

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Glances of Life linger on to remain inside the bitter hurted

and to guest the old property as if this life still was alive,

as if an unknown mist hanged on to this very Life perished,

as would my life still remain in Life as my own Life

.

(Coldly clear. A partly unhinged wooden gate creaks wind,

opened unto a forgotten yard whose remains can be sighted slightly.)

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Leaned over wooden boxes filled up with potatoes and carrots,

smelling in filled bags with mealy apples in the foyer cold

which all lasted as long as Winter would hand its permission

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(Frost stricken. The gravel path glimmers its fragile floes,

small stones set inside the frozen sand did glisten still.)

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I am snared sorrow-wise, bilious, mild-eyed, fragile and lost

like the last apple shined witnessed left on its winter branch

sees this year’s harvest of autumn leaves beauty rolled in frost

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I stand ended,

alone left unarmed against unreality’s gruesomeness

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Sidling up to the charcoal kiln forgotten by the region

in thinking of friends’ swords drawn out from the field below

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Underneath the darkness,

fresh laid snow mounds in a blue bleak winter night

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.

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Brewed afterglow:

Dead stars’ cries of regret in the night

beneath gleamingly lingering daybreaks remain ―

Unreachable

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INVIOLABLE

INVIOLABLE

DAGAZ

WILL

STRENGTH

KNOWLEDGE

MIGHT

HOLINESS

LOVE

.

Option and will’s contradicting Truths

became in growth compelling illusions,

to gain given for the strange twistings

that become feeblemoulded reactions:

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Selfish need

Imagined hatred

Guessing’s drivel

Thievery’s fraud

Unreachableness’ theory

Emptiness’ survival strategy

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It dawns to cry off the unclean time’s burden,

the counterfeit rights will be taken away

Life was brought here and given Viet to inherit

and one’s own will shall enriched be recalled

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TIME TURNS TO LAID FRUITION!

LET THE WINE OF CLARITY FLOW!

COME GLADNESS! BE HERE! LIVE US!

COME INHERITED AND STRENGTHENED!

COME TO THE NEW DAWN!

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RAISE YOURSELF FREEDOM!

STEP FORWARD GLADNESS!

BE MY LAWS!

DAGAZ

DAGAZ