North Look North more often. Go against the wind, you’ll get ruddy cheeks. Find the rough path. Keep to it. It’s shorter. North is best. Winter’s flaming sky, summer-night’s sun miracle. Go against the wind. Climb mountains. Look north. More often. This land is long. Most is north. Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994)
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Over lowland, over snow and tundra bows are drawn, red in the morning sky. See! The light is winning! And the stream is streaming towards open minds and towards seeds dreaming of growth. Einar SkjĂŚraasen (1900-1966)
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Reindeer herd, Finnmarksvidda
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Sama책sen, Harstad
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Morning air is like froth on the waves. Day takes pleasure in balmy ease. Evening has peace. But only night has the universe. AndrĂŠ Bjerke (1918-1985)
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Now Such a tiny word. Now. And yet it holds all eternity. Hans Børli (1918-1989)
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At night the Aurora comes with white clothes-lines and hangs it up to dry in the stellar wind. 8
Storjorda, Harstad
Blue-white and clean, but thin. Shirts and long shifts, - almost like angels’ raiment. Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994) 9
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Frosted window Star-swarm! Look, there’s frost on the window. It is the stars crackling like frozen dew on Earth’s window. Let’s breathe on them, extend our heart’s sign, our young warmth to the sleeping crystals, so they turn to tears of joy, smilingly stream away, and allow us a glimpse of storm-blue sky. Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994)
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Just thin needles It’s so thin, the light. And there is so little of it. 12
Darkness is vast. Light is only thin needles in endless night.
The Northern Lights over Lofoten
And it has to travel so far through desolate space. So let us be gentle with it.
Cherish it. So that it will return tomorrow. Let’s hope. Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994) 13
HenningsvĂŚr
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I listen anew: spring sounds in my ears grow lighter. And the sounds are no longer sounds only but also light endless days... B. Moske
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Reine, Lofoten
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Oh I know of a land far away to the north with glittering sand linking mountain and fjord. Where I’m longing to go, where my heart is tied so with the finest of bands: I remember, remember so well this dear land! Elias Blix (1836-1902)
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And flocks of seabirds here in the north flowers of the air become and new-formed lies the land of hope in the wondrous midnight sun. Nordahl Grieg (1902-1943)
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Ekkerøy nesting cliff
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