rolf jacobson | look

4 11 2007


Poetry Dispatch No.135 | December 7, 2006

LOOK by Rolf Jacobson

The moon thumbs through night’s book.
Finds a lake where nothing is printed.
Draws a straight line. That’s all
It can.
That’s enough..
Thick line. Straight toward you.



rolf jacobson | when we sleep

21 10 2007


Poetry Dispatch No. 84 | June 28, 2006

When We Sleep by Rolf Jacobson

We are all children when we sleep.
There’s no war in us then.
We open our hands and breathe
in that calm rhythm heaven has given us.

We all let go of our lips like small children
and open our hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and form a haze across the vaults
—a few hours when none shall do each other harm.

If we could only speak to each other then
when our hearts are like half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would slip through
–God, teach me he language of sleep.

(translation by Olav Grinde)

rolf jacobson | truth

15 10 2007


Poetry Dispatch No. 61 | March 7, 2006

TRUTH by Rolf Jacobsen*

Truth waits outside your door.
Dressed in rags. She is ill.
She has a child in her arm. She wants in.
Do you hear the dogs barking? She is afraid.
What do you do? If you open
it will change your life.

Do you hesitate?
You, too.

from NIGHT OPEN, White Pine Press, 1993

*Rolf Jacobsen, [one of the great Norwegian poets] once said that ‘in an age of tiredness’ he writes ‘for the half-tired—the curious, the wondering, the questioners.’ Norbert Blei