Poems

Landfall

Landfall And that was Olaf Trygvason, Going o’er the North Sea grim, Straight for his home and kingdom steering, Where none awaited him. Now the first […]

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Marit’s Song

Marit’s Song “Dance!” called the fiddle, Its strings loudly giggled, The bailiff’s man wriggled Ahead for a spree. “Hold!” shouted Ola And tripped him to tumbling, […]

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May seventeenth

May seventeenth Wergeland’s statue on May seventeenth Saw the procession. And as its rear-guard, Slow marching masses, Strong men, and women with flower-decked presence; Come now […]

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