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One of my favorite summer poems is by our norwegian writer Inger Hagerup. Of course it's always difficult to translate a poem. It just looses something when you put it into a new language. Something of the magic of the words, the sounds, the rhythm and the feeling disappears...
But I'm still going to make an attempt. For all my norwegian readers you can find this poem somewhere in norwegian - read it and enjoy. For all you foreign readers; here is my translation:
What happiness is?
Walking on a grassy path through the woods
in delicately soft summer clothes
Scratching new mosquito bites with lazy afterthought
and being young and very rich
in unexperienced love
Having a fragile cobweb caress your mouth and cheek
thinking about weather and wind.
Maybe waiting for a letter
Asking the daisy for advice
and maybe yes – and maybe no
he loves – he doesn't love me so
But still not knowing you