THE RIVAL
Rudolf Nilsen
Martin Allwood



The whistles were screaming at last
that now it was five again.
The workers poured out of the mill.
You ran out ahead of the men

You happily gave me your hands
and smiled at me: What a surprise!
But under your smile was fatigue,
and shadows surronded your eyes.

I picked up your hands in mine
and felt they were tired and sore.
You came from the machines, whose marks
of brutal caresses you bore.



RIVALEN
Rudolf Nilsen

Sirenene hylte omsider
at klokken igjen var blitt fem.
Og folk strømmet ut av fabrikken.
Du var blandt de første av dem.

Du rakte mig glad dine hender
og smilte: her har du mig alt!
Men under ditt smil lå en tretthet,
hvis skygge om øinene falt.

Jeg tok dine hender i mine
og følte hvor såre de var.
Du kom fra maskinen, hvis merker
av rasende kjærtegn du bar.


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The rival / Rudolf Nilsen ; [M.A.]. - S. 187
I: Modern Scandinavian poetry
: the panorama of poetry 1900-1975 in Kalâtdlit-nunat (Greenland),
Iceland, the Faroe Islands, Denmark, Saame poetry,
Norway, Sweden and Finland / English versions by Martin Allwood... [et al.] ;
introductions by Kristinn Jóhannesson... [et al.] ; general editor: Martin Allwood. -
Mullsjö : Anglo-American center ; [Oslo : i kommisjon hos Dreyer] , cop.1982 - 399 s.
ISBN 82-09-01981-3 (ib.) : n.kr.155,00