17th
Unforgettable Jens Bjørneboe Poetry Collected And Shared By Tony Johansen
SONG OF DEATH
When the day has come and the hour has come
And you’re put to the wall where you’ll bleed upright
And those who cared for you
Long since have gone from you
Then you will see it is lonely to die!
For the day will come and the hour will come
And you’ll color the sand you are standing on red
And when they come for you
Remember I told you
My brother! It’s strange how it’s lonely to die!
- Jens Bjørneboe, Translated by Joe Martin
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Jens Bjørneboe (pronounced Yens BYURNaboo) was a Norwegian poet, painter, essayist, and teacher who lived a troubled life of depression and alcoholism. His uncompromizing attitudes to his art and social criticism lead to his jailing on obscenity charges. He described himself as an anarcho-nihilist. He committed suicide in 1976. It is interesting to read a second translation of the poem above, and below that is a beautiful poem he wrote about birds.
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SONG OF DEATH
When the day has arrived and the hour has arrived
For facing the guns, a last look at the sky,
And all those who’ve known you
Reject and disown you,
You’re going to see: It is lonely to die.
For the day it will come and the hour it will come.
Your blood will run free, it will harden and dry.
And when their sights hold you
Remember I told you:
Oh brother, it’s horribly lonely to die.
- Jens Bjørneboe, Translated by Timothy Schiff
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SONG OF THE BIRD LOVERS
Nothing is as guiltless as our lovely feathered friends.
We will not be happy until hunting of them ends.
Birds, we love them ardently,
Let them fly forever free!
Just listen to their chirping and twittering on high!
For their safety and protection we would gladly die.
Let their hearts be light and gay,
Free and safe in every way!
Swallows flying in the sky and seagulls on the sea,
Sparrows in the meadow and magpies in a tree!
Eagle, hawk, and peregrine,
Buzzard, kite and vulture’s kin!
Birds are sweet and kind, but man is mean and full of hate.
Anyone who kills a bird will earn a tragic fate!
Buzzard, kite and vulture’s kin,
Eagle, hawk, and peregrine!
- Jens Bjørneboe, Translated by Timothy Schiff