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Den första gång jag såg dig.... The first time...

June 09, 2019 Maria 0 Comments

The first time that I saw you it was a summer’s day

one morning when the sun was shining bright,

and all the meadow’s flowers, so varied in display,

in pairs stood bowing in its warming light.

So gentle was the morning breeze, and at the shore but slightly

a loving wavelet rippled round a shell the sand held tightly.

The first time that I saw you it was a summer’s day

the first time that I held your hand so lightly.



The first time that I saw you the sky was all ablaze,

so dazzling as the finely feathered swan.

There came then from the forest, the green-fringed forest’s haze,

a chorusing of birds in joyful song.

There trilled a song from high above whose beauty none could equal,

it was the tiny grey-fledged lark, as hard to glimpse as gleeful.

The first time that I saw you, the sky was all ablaze,

so dazzling and intense though without sequel.



And therefore when I see you, though it be winter’s day,

with snowdrifts lying glittering and cold,

I still hear larks’ quick trilling, the summer winds that stray

and spring’s keen urge to even so unfold.

I still sense that from downy beds green plants would be advancing

with cornflower and with cloverleaf all lovers’ joy enhancing,

that rays of summer sunshine upon your features Play,

which softly blush in radiance entrancing.


Birger Sjöberg  (1885- 1929)

Source: http://johnirons.blogspot.com/







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