In this summer heat, the evenings are balmy and pleasant outdoors.
I brought my gift Christmas aloe outside and it is looking happier, too!
almost without breath
like broken straw
words without light
and almost without form
words among tree
that lie asleep
Amidst all that is great
small, small words
to keep hidden
on the back of a hand
or your earlobe
utterly without light
The Roads Have Come to an End Now;
selected and last poems of Rolf Jacobsen,
Copper Canyon Press, 2001, page 101.
(Bilingual edition with the Norwegian text on the facing page.)
This poem uses mostly one-syllable words. There are 11 two-syllable words;
the only three-syllable words (two of them) are in the last three lines.
This structural plan, and the title, make this a very quiet poem.