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My new buddy, Olav Hauge, wrote a poem, “You Want Only to Be,”* that captured a moment in time for me. Here is his poem.
No root groping
in the hard rock,
no sprout, no sapling,
not the strong bole in the storm,
no humble branch,
no bast, no bark
in frost and snow –
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For reasons that had entirely to do with curiosity and intuition, I purchased a copy of Olav Hauge’s Selected Poems. Born in 1908, a Norwegian like many of my ancestors, Hauge made his living off the apples he grew on his acre orchard. He also writes – oh, can he write! – and translates  Read More