Hans Rustad Beyond a field, a wood and a second field, The expanse of water, a white mirror, glitters. And the golden lowland of the earth Bathes in the sea, a half-sunken tulip. Father tells us that this is Europe. On sunny days you can see it all clearly. Now it is smoking after many floods, A […]
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