I want to write a poem every day,

Eg vil skriva eit dikt kvar dag,

every day.

kvar dag.

That should be easy enough.

Det må då vera liketil.

Browning kept at it, though

Browning greidde det lenge, endå

he rhymed and

han rima og

counted beats

slo takti

with bushy eyebrows.

med buskute augnebryn.

So, a poem every day.

Altso, eit dikt kvar dag.

Something strikes you,

Eitkvart sviv ein,

something happens,

eitkvart hender,

something catches your notice.

eitkvart legg ein merke til.

– I get up. It’s light now.

– Eg stend upp. Det ljosnar.

I’ve the best intentions.

Har gode forset.

And see the bullfinch rising from the cherry tree,

Og ser dompapen lettar or kirsebærtreet

where he’s stealing my buds.

der han stel knupp.