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Saturday, October 11, 2003

You shall be faithful

 

You shall be faithful,

But not to any human

Which in cold greediness

Hangs on to your hands

 

Not to any ideal

Which swell in large letters

Without touching your heart

 

Not to any commandment

Which makes you a foreigner

Inside your own flesh

 

Not to any dream

You did not dream yourself

 

When were you faithful?

 

Were you faithful

When u knelt in the shadow

Of others icons of false gods?

 

Were you faithful

When your actions drowned

The sound of your own heartbeats?

 

Were you faithful

when you weren’t unfaithful

To the one you did not love?

 

Were you faithful

When your cowardice disguised itself

And called itself conscience?

 

No

 

But when what touches you

Made music

When your own pulse

Gave rhythm to action

When you were one

With what trembles inside you

Then you were faithful!

 

Translated from a Norwegian poem called "Du skal vaere tro" by Andre Bjerke

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