Strindberg Project

Poesie Noveau 1

A Poem By Samuel Nyholm

MISTAKE

I made a little mistake
when I wrote that
the language is too little

It embrace everything

When I write everything
I mean everything


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NEW AND GOOD

There is some freshness
To what I write
It feels new
But not good.


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YOUR EQUATIONS

You, in a huge meadow
in the middle of it, sit there and stare
at a straw

You divide it, smell it,
small, small parts of it

You drop it
Trying to pick it

The straw is thin
your fingers are fat


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NEXT ONE

The next person I will meet
Where are you now

Next person I will look
long into the eyes
look into them twice
I will kiss you
follow home
and sleep with you
Where are you now
Who's eyes are you looking in to now

The next one who will hit me
who will say good-bye
Where are you now


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FOR YOU

All I want
with you
fits in to this stanza

Everything that
ever happened to you
also fits in


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MY TELEPHONE

My telephone
it sometimes rings

Sometimes its you
and if its not you
its you or you
or you


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If everybody loves me
I'm everybody

If I love everybody
I'm also everybody


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THE LANGUAGE OF THE POET
I would never accuse
the language of being too small

but it is
Why shouldn't it be
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Published: September 23, 2010, 12:13 pm