Poetry


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I was small in the listening days.
/- – -/
At late harvests toothless mouths told
of leprous marsh-spot in the seed and
the bitter bloom of ergot on the rye.
I grew cold at my childhood hearth

By Harry Martinson
From Nomad, 1931
Translated by Stephen Klass

Published with the permission of Eva Martinson

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MLA style: Poetry. NobelPrize.org. Nobel Media AB 2019. Sun. 16 Jun 2019. <https://www.nobelprize.org/prizes/literature/1974/8447-poetry-1974-17/>

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