This blue marble

– and yet it spins

Interlude: napping in a sunny world

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ramsesletRewinding back to a moment under the Nordic spring sun. The wonderful Finnish poet Edith Södergran loved cats, too, and wrote:

Of all our sunny world
I wish only for a garden sofa
where a cat is sunning itself.

There I should sit
with a letter at my breast,
a single small letter.
That is what my dream looks like.

(Helsinki, Finland; May 2018)

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