I PASS THE
A man on the train points to the cairn on the mountain.
We're passing the
At first we don't see any difference,
to the north the land looks the same,
but we know what we go toward.
I wouldn't have noticed this little event myself
if I hadn't, one of these days, passed seventy.
Olav H. Hauge
Translated from Norwegian by Robert Hedin
The Kenyon Review
Special Issue: Culture and Place
Summer/Fall 2003
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