Poetry Slam - Team Contest, Heat 3, Day 1

I tredje heatet deltar Hamburg, Wales, Estland, Rheinland, Island och Oregon. Samt ett kombinationslag som utgår från Europaväg 14. Det innehåller två författare som är födda i Trondheim, plus Beppe Wolgers som levde i Jämtland samt Lars Lidén som varit bosatt i Sundsvall.

Första dagens tema är Kärlek.

HAMBURG : Der Kuss / Wolfgang Borchert

Es regnet - doch sie merkt es kaum,
weil noch ihr Herz vor Glück erzittert:
Im Kuß versank die Welt im Traum.
Ihr Kleid ist naß und ganz zerknittert

und so verächtlich hochgeschoben,
als wären ihre Knie für alle da.
Ein Regentropfen, der zu Nichts zerstoben,
der hat gesehn, was niemand sonst noch sah.

So tief hat sie noch nie gefühlt -
so sinnlos selig müssen Tiere sein!
Ihr Haar ist wie zu einem Heiligenschein zerwühlt -
Laternen spinnen sich drin ein.

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WALES : Persephone / Deryn Rees-Jones

Some days it is simple,

the way outside turns to inner - 

the fall towards light,

the pull of the weather.

This is love’s work --

the way I’ve learnt again to slip inside my dreams:

to hold my face up to the rain,

more from one world to another.

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ESTLAND : ***[One precious thing in my childhood] / Veronika Kivisilla

One precious thing in my childhood

was a marzipan owl

whom I didn't have the heart

to eat

but one time, I ate it all the same

in a rush of affection and greed

I dug my teeth into

the sweet marzipan

not realizing that

eating a precious thing

is cannibalism

the marzipan owl has remained

my most precious symbol

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E14 : Jeg tar deg / Ingrid Storholmen

Jeg tar deg         lar deg

være påtent          Brann

kunne vi sagt

men vi ble helt stille

så stille vi blir

når vi snakker, elsker

et hjerte i to

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Rheinland : Secret Love / Clemens Brentano 

Through life unhappy must I go

Without my rights acknowledged;

Banished from love's dear realm

Yet, always with its beauty seen. 

No mere tongue can admit

Or stolen look be sent;

Nor heart that has been declared

Lighten the breast with sighs. 

Comfort I seek in the alien night

When the empty long day has flown,

And entrust to it my secret longing; 

My night is watched throughout in tears

But the long empty day comes once more,

And my love subsides, quietly, into my heart.

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ISLAND : From …and the word was Clint / Eirikur Örn Norddahl

A couplet for love

sopped its cheeks with tears

lonesome on a dirty cot,

soiled with last nights stint,

it reeked of lies and

yet it died with ease.

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OREGON : Home / Carl Adamshick

You had been gone a few days.

The place went looking for you,

unaware you were returning.

I remained lonely in the evening

when the moon broadcasted

silence through the dust.

My love was once

a faint blue tear

of thin glass glowing

in my chest.

Now my love is you.

It must be three in the afternoon

and I am trying to sleep

on your side of the bed.