Poem: Across the Swamp—Olav Hauge
Across the Swamp
—Olav Hauge
It is the roots from all the trees that have died
out here, that’s how you can walk
safely over the soft places.
Roots like these keep their firmness, it’s possible
they’ve lain here centuries.
And there is still some dark demains
of them under the moss.
They are still in the world and hold
you up so you can make it over.
And when you push out into the mountain lake, high
up, you feel how the memory
of that cold person
who drowned himself here once
helps hold up your frail boat.
He, really crazy, entrusted his life
to water and eternity.
