The giant hogweed.
It stands down by the harbour,
tall as two men,
thrives in rotten wrack and fish.
Look at its cartwheels,
how tall it now has grown
during the summer,
when the war game sweeps the board
in the blue and grey days!
Look at it,
its name is wilfulness,
and in its cartwheels it has fear
and Ahriman’s hatred and despair!
A boundlessly wretched,
dirty and impoverished summer
now flowers with its giant growths
down by the harbour.
And the flies pollinate it.
(Ole Sarvig)
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