From all birds / Fra alle fugler
by Gro Dahle translated by revenseventyr —
It is this heaviness in the air, this heaviness on my nape, it presses on my shoulders. It is these black swallows who fly through me right from the morning, brushing my heart with the tips of their wings. It is tiring to be human, it is difficult. There are all these words. All these knots you tie in my sentences. All these sentences that tangle themselves in skeins under my bed in the evening. All these skeins that lace their way into my head all the night through. That is why I envy the trees that can just let the birds fly this sprawling sky which can embrace everything without a single word.
— Original Norwegian text can be read here.











