Under tredje dagen gjorde dikterna besök i städer. Kaféer, murar och tågstationer var några av miljöerna som skildrades.
Dagens sjua och dagens högsta poäng tilldelades Neşe Yaşın, Lag Cypern, för versen ur Unsent Letters. Hela dikten kan läsas här.
Det godaste kaffet fick nog Chris Hutchinson, Lag Vancouver, sig till livs under sitt kafébesök. Jag gillade att han fick in ordet barista, samt fraserna "her voice glittery as a freshly polished spoon" och "I wished I could light her cigarette in Cinemascope", i sin dikt. Det gav honom 4 språkpoäng.
Poängutdelning:
| Lag | Innehåll | Språk | Day 3 | Total Heat 1 |
| Vancouver | 4 | 4 | 8 | 21 |
| Cypern | 7 | 2 | 9 | 20 |
| Loire | 3 | 3 | 6 | 19 |
| Kosovo | 1 | 1 | 2 | 17 |
| Åland | 5 | 0 | 5 | 16 |
| Zuid-Holland | 6 | 1 | 7 | 16 |
| Sicilien | 2 | 2 | 4 | 7 |
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Sista dagens tema: Sommar
ÅLAND : ur Det var en gång en sandad gång / Sanna Tahvanainen
fjärilshåven
brunnslocket
paljettpåsen
medan vinden sveper genom
det brända sommargräset
sipprar någonting ner i brunnen
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LOIRE : from Spring The new-liveried year / Charles D’Orleans
The year has changed his mantle cold
Of wind, of rain, of bitter air;
And he goes clad in cloth of gold,
Of laughing suns and season fair;
No bird or beast of wood or wold
But doth with cry or song declare
The year lays down his mantle cold.
All founts, all rivers, seaward rolled,
The pleasant summer livery wear,
With silver studs on broidered vair;
The world puts off its raiment old,
The year lays down his mantle cold.
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CYPERN : aus Sommer 1983 / George Christodoulides
In den Strohkörben
häuften sich einzig
die Hoffnungen, saftig und prall
die er jeden Herbst zerstampfte
und vergor zu köstlichem Wein
der die Zuversicht trunken machte
und weiteres Warten sinnlos.
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ZUID-HOLLAND : from April auf dem Lande / Cees Nooteboom
It was summer and winter.
The water by the river,
how it rose.
Mist between the hills.
In the valley the expensive villas,
shuttered, white and pink.
Fox and owl
hidden out of sight,
a work day for herons and mice.
*
KOSOVO : Tale about us / Azem Shkreli
The prime of life
We ate unripe fruit
In the branches remained only
The bird's voice and feathers
Summer passed and all drank
Its red wine
One got drunk, one
Fell on the horn of a goat
One clambered onto its strong-willed
Head to see what time it was
The wisest one prayed to God
And the devil not to pray for us
*
SICILIEN : Island / Lina La Mattina
Born an island, I want to die an island.
An island, the way the Lord made me
with all its torments and pains
but always embraced by the sea
a favored daughter of the sun.
I'm a beauty among beauties
garlanded in summer and winter.
Plebeian, proud, fragrant
I dress in thousands of colors
and with this blanket of honey and roses
I attract drones from every race and place.
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VANCOUVER : from Thirteen ways of looking at a gray whale / Brad Cran
Can you believe it’s August. Can you believe
there is a whale in English Bay. How lucky
we are to walk through Stanley Park. My heart
beats at the speed of birds. I’ve stopped believing
in loneliness. Here we are. It’s summer.
I want to be in love.
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