| The Dandelion’s Prayer | ||
Blow on me,children! |
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| Catch my rising stars | ||
| and peer at my yellow sun | ||
| -whitch burns in the green sky of the grass- | ||
| with all your wondering eyes. | ||
| Let the little children come to me, | ||
| for they’ve never heard of weeds. | ||
Harald Sverdrup |
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| Translated by Louis Muinzer |