WORLD VOICES

THE MARROW
  BY NIELS HAV


Contents


Home
Introduction

About the Author

I Poets & Poetics

In Defense of Poets
My Fantastic Pen
The Poem
On His Blindness 1-3
Epigram

II Love

Blind Man's Bluff
Women of Copenhagen
When I Go Blind
Show Me Your Breasts
Café Pushkin
Moscow
The Soul Dance in Its Cradle

III Conclusions

Deepest Inside All
Tokyo, Encore
The Vietnamese Arises
The Conclusion
Visit from My Father
The Marrow
Encouragement

Acknowledgments

World Voices Home

The Literary Explorer
Writers on the Job
Books Forgotten
Thomas E. Kennedy
Walter Cummins
Web Del Sol



The Soul Dances in Its Cradle

If it is true that the soul
is born old
and grows younger throughout life,
then you and I are both older
and younger than one another.
That kind of fusion is dangerous.

Let's be honest: every day
we live with Fate
just like people who live in a delta
overrun by tides.
They are intimate with the moon;
we live on it.

The heart beats freely, the soul
dances in its cradle.

Translation P.K Brask & Patrick Friesen
© Niels Hav