![]() In the window, there was still a little light over the fjord, a vivid stroke of green over the horizon like the dark’s eyeliner. I heard the cooking staff rattling a few floors below. Nothing happened at all and I went to bed. I wanted to be the new wall where she could lie and breath, quiet and rasping like an animal. I had come to listen to her and also to offer my body. In my room at the castle I stood in front of the round mirror at midnight and said her name three times. And then, after the cries, the silence that comes when the night ends. And this rhythm of the heart like a deranged girl’s cry when she crawls around a bog looking for a lost jewel. And then actually not really her voice any longer, but just a shadow. Who will love you then? Who will listen?Īs time went by, so she became like a little bit of honey at the bottom of a hidden crevice, and then only her voice and her shadow remained. But your beautiful young body will wither and you will be only a little shadow cast up on the wall and unable to leave it. ![]() ![]() They said, sure thing, you can stay here forever and live forever, like the mist that rises up from the meadow when the days change from cold to warm. They held a party in her honor and at night they walled her in without anyone noticing. She was supposed to get married, or do something, one thing or another, but she refused. Translated from the Danish by Sherilyn Hellberg ![]()
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