Jag förälskar mig i en ängel
Vem visar sig på drömmar och syn.
Hans ord är tyst och trofull;
Hans hjärta är fridfull och ren.
Han kläder sig i vit och ljus.
Hans händer är stor och skön.
Min ängel skrivar med aktsam fingrarna
I bok det här sidor i form av fjärils vingar.
Vad han upptecknar i okänd språk
Är så väsentlig, så viktig,
Det jag ska vänta stille och tålig
Ända till han visar sig här, nju och nu.
(28 Januari 2002, Provo, Utah)
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5 comments:
Writing in Swedish! Very cool. When I was a kid we occasionaly sang Swedish hymns in church. I haven't heard the language much since then. I wonder what this sounds like.
Was that a Lutheran Church? My grandfather immigrated to America from Sweden in 1925.
No, it was an Evangelical Covenant church. That denomination came to America with Swedish imigrants, and when I was a kid many of the older ones still spoke Swedish. But even then it was more nostalgia than any necessity, for they all had been here a very long time. Probably about the time your grandfather came.
So you have been back to Sweden?
i think it takes courage to write in a language that is foreign. impressive. i am also surprised at how close swedish seems to be to german, because i can make a lot of fairly good guesses what the words are. :-)
btw i just posted a triolet.
Doug, I went to Sweden in 2001, 2002, 2003, and 2005. I hope to return in May 2009. Annette, you are the one who is brilliant at writing verse in a non-native language!
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