Tuesday Poem

.
you receive a letter
which is so flat
that it’s nearly
empty

so white
and flat
that it cuts
itself into you
unread

into your eye
tightens your throat
turns your stomach inside out

stop,
says the child

I don’t want
this letter

yes, I say
it’s already written

it’s already on its way
into your eye

by Monica Aasprong
from Et diktet barn
publisher: Cappelen Damm, Oslo, 2010
,
translation: 2013, May-Brit Akerholt


du får et brev
som er så flatt
at det nesten
er tomt

så hvitt
og flatt
at det skjærer
seg inn i deg
ulest

inn i øyet
tetter halsen
vrenger magen

stopp,
sier barnet

jeg vil ikke ha
dette brevet

jo, sier jeg
det er allerede skrevet

det er allerede på vei
inn i øyet