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FROM THE TEMPLE (Luk., 2, 41-51) 
(Fra templet) 

I dreamt, it was in my twelvth year, 
when the stars stopped to call. 
The halv-moon was hidden behind a streaky cloud 
and the stones sung around every snowman: 
Nobody shall name the colour of blood, 
your skin* shall not whistle 
at the slaughterhouse where the cows kick empty melk 
into a moonstripe. 

I dreamt, it was in my twelvth year 
when I came back from the temple 
father or mother became frightened of what hat was 
and asked me, where I came from. 
I dreamt, I answered: 
from nobody, from now on I`m strange and nice 
and stand under shadowwings 
of everything which isn`t by now.