Kenneth Eriksson's Poems 2
Here are some more of Kenneth Eriksson's poems:

The wind is taking what the sun is giving
The world is taking your warmth
The trees are hiding you from the light of the sun
and the Trolls are coming close
You see a will o' the wisp,
believing it is light, that glimmers among the trees,
until Elves withdraw the veil of leaves
to show you the worth of the sun.
Step out into a glade on the mountain top
When there's a wind in the mossy gate
thus you will learn the course of Life:
What the sun gives the wind will take.

Kenneth Eriksson
from Life Book 4

Out to sea,
on its wide open spaces
there can be seen from the ship
one or two occasional sea nomads,
a hunter rambling
on the vast expanses.
Sometimes a camp,
tents and fires
on the vast spaces of the ocean.
A lone sailor
once cleaved a camp like that.

Kenneth Eriksson, from Life Book 12

The man who had seen the elves
refused to believe that he had seen.
He was sitting for several days
alone in his chair
with rumination as his only guest
The man, who had seen the elves,
had taken a walk at dusk
to see the landscape come to rest
And then the mist sang to his ears
and they danced before his eyes
Many days he kept sitting there
He was the only one who had seen,
You see, he had been alone
But he refused to accept what his eyes had offered him
His brain was writhing in pain
He had seen his world collapse
And it kept collapsing and collapsing and collapsing.

Kenneth Eriksson, from Life Book 5

It is in change that you shall
feel at home, you child of Man.
Because everything changes.
And if you cling tight on to the present moment,
it will change, just like sand, running
through your fingers
and will have passed.
Flow with the moment
or else it will pass you by
and homelessness will be your yield.

Kenneth Eriksson, from Life Book 10

The flowers are walking barefoot on the meadow,
pinched by the frost, with flowing hair they are saluting the autumn.
There's a wind over the fields, and the spruce trees are hissing.
The snow is blowing away, rain and wind are stripping the fields
from their newly gained whiteness, and the frost is no more.
Only the arms of the wind speak in the darkness.

Kenneth Eriksson, from Life Book 10

© Kenneth Eriksson

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