Barley Field

By Olav H. Hauge

Translated By Robert Bly Read the translator's notes

An old woodcut of the London Bridge   
and a colored lithograph of a barley field.   
There are no other pictures on Ward D.

The London Bridge lifts sooty towers above the river.   
But it's the barley field I see.   
A golden ocean of barley.

It's not like the other grain-fields.   
Maybe it's those inward-looking eyes   
gone into it so it becomes heaven?

A fall-colored sky, mild,   
with no harvesters and no scythes.

Source: Poetry (April 2008).

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Poet Olav H. Hauge

POET’S REGION Scandinavia

Subjects Nature, Landscapes & Pastorals