Without your hands, I
wander homeless through the fields --
There is snow coming.
Zonder jouw handen
Obdachlos ohne
zwerf ik dakloos door het land --
deine Hände streife ich
Er is sneeuw op komst.
herum, Schnee zieht auf.
Poem S0826
Amsterdam, 2019-01-15
House and hands (Rolf Jacobsen)
Poem "Huset og hendene" (collection "Frå nåttapent")
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VacantVoid
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Missing: death
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Jacobsen, Rolf
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