It's the Dream
It's the dream we carry
that something wondrous will happen,
that it must happen —
that time will open
that doors will open
that the mountain will open
that springs will gush forth —
that the dream itself will open,
that one fine morning we'll drift
into a harbor we didn't know was there.
Poem
If you can make a poem
a farmer finds useful,
you should be happy.
A blacksmith you can never figure out.
The worst to please is a carpenter.
I Have Three Poems
I have three poems,
he said.
who counts poems?
Emily tossed hers
in a trunk,I
doubt if she counted them,
she simply opened another tea bag
and wrote a new one.
That was right. A good poem
should smell of tea.
Or of raw earth and freshly cut wood.
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Olav H. Hauge
from At the Great Door of Morning / Robert Hedin
translated by Robert Hedin
Copper Canyon, 2017
