Today I saw
two moons,
one new
and one old.
I have a lot of faith in the new moon.
But it’s probably just the old.

Olav H. Hauge (1908-1994)

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These poems don’t amount
to much, just
some words thrown together
at random.
And still
to me
there’s something good
in making them, it’s
as if I have in them for a little
while a house.
I think of playhouses
made of branches we built
when we were children:
to crawl into them, sit
listening to the rain,
in a wild place alone,
feel the drops of rain on your nose
and in your hair—
or snowhouses at Christmas,
crawl in and close it after
with a sack,
light a candle, be there
through the long chill evenings.

— Olav H. Hauge (1908-1994),
     Trusting Your Life To Water and Eternity
     Twenty Poems of Olav H. Hauge
     Chosen and translated by Robert Bly