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Dikt, eventyr, fairytales, instructions, Neil Gaiman, poem, poetry
Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never
saw before.
Say «please» before you open the latch,
go through,
walk down the path.
A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted
front door,
as a knocker,
do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.
Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat
nothing.
However, if any creature tells you that it hungers,
feed it.
If it tells you that it is dirty,
clean it.
If it cries to you that it hurts,
if you can,
ease its pain.
From the back garden you will be able to see the
wild wood.
The deep well you walk past leads to Winter’s
realm;
there is another land at the bottom of it.
If you turn around here,
you can walk back, safely;
you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.
Once through the garden you will be in the
wood.
The trees are old. Eyes peer from the under-
growth.
Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman. She
may ask for something;
give it to her. She
will point the way to the castle.
Inside it are three princesses.
Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.
In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve
months sit about a fire,
warming their feet, exchanging tales.
They may do favors for you, if you are polite.
You may pick strawberries in December’s frost.
Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where
you are going.
The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferry-
man will take you.
(The answer to his question is this:
If he hands the oar to his passenger, he will be free to
leave the boat.
Only tell him this from a safe distance.)
If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that
witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well-hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.
Do not be jealous of your sister.
Know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from
one’s lips as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.
Remember your name.
Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped
to help you in their turn.
Trust dreams.
Trust your heart, and trust your story.
When you come back, return the way you came.
Favors will be returned, debts will be repaid.
Do not forget your manners.
Do not look back.
Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).
Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).
Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).
There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is
why it will not stand.
When you reach the little house, the place your
journey started,
you will recognize it, although it will seem
much smaller than you remember.
Walk up the path, and through the garden gate
you never saw before but once.
And then go home. Or make a home.
And rest.
Tonje Boganes said:
Fine ord!
Tusen takk for hyggelig kommentar hos meg. Kos å titte innom deg igjen. Får nesten dårlig samvittighet jeg, for jeg er så altfor lite flink til å besøke favorittbloggene mine for tida. Dagene er travlere med studier og mer. Det er kjekt likevel. Jeg storkoser meg om dagen;)
Jeg er så enig. Magnoliablomsten er så vakker. Skulle gjerne hatt en slik i hagen, ja!
Ønsker deg en deilig påske, Astrid Terese! Nyt soldagene;) Vi har vært ute i dag og høytrykkspylt terrasse og steiner. Det var heldigvis ikke så mye mose som hadde lagt seg i år, så det var bare en kosejobb:) Gleder meg til å få uteområdet klart for våren;)
Klem Tonje
astridterese said:
Takk Tonje, du er skjønn 🙂 Klem!
Caz said:
Du plukker ut mine nye framtidige favorittdikt – et etter et. Dette diktet har jeg derimot hørt før – jeg er en stor fan av Neil Gaiman og har de fleste av bøkene hans – og jeg er meget glad i det. Tusen takk for inspirasjon til å igjen verdsette poesi.
astridterese said:
Så fantastisk flott at du synes det! 🙂
Neil Gaiman er absolutt en av mine favoritter og jeg samler meg bøkene hans litt etter litt. Nå har jeg ikke så mange igjen (Har forhåndsbestilt de to som kommer denne våren), men jeg mangler noe av det gamle som er vanskelig å få tak i.
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