I mitt fall alltså ordet GRÅ. Naturligtvis föll mitt falköga på Nils Ferlins dikt Inte ens.
Ingen surprise alls.
Gråsparv. Naturhistoriska riksmuseet. Foto Lars-Åke Janzon. |
Inte ens en grå liten fågel
som sjunger på grönan kvist
det finns på den andra sidan
och det tycker jag nog blir trist.
Inte ens en grå liten fågel
och aldrig en björk som står vit –
Men den vackraste dagen som sommaren ger
har det hänt att jag längtat dit.
50 years ago I discovered Nils Ferlin through Sven-Bertil Taube, whom I met by chance in Gordes (France), not knowing who he was.
SvaraRaderaI promised myself to learn swedish
I never learned swedish, but studied norwegian, which allows me to understand thes wonderful poems.
French woman, 68
Wonderful!
SvaraRaderaThis blog is about how hard it is for me to quit coloring my hair and be naturell, grey.
How about your haircolor? :)
Best regards
Margaretha
I never coloured my light-brown hair but being 9 years older than you, it is white on the top ang grey on the neck. I wish it would be all white. I had waist-long hair until 2 years ago. I had it cut and gave it to make wigs for women with breast cancer who lose their hair because of radiotherapy.
SvaraRaderaNow I let it grow again.
Dear french women, 68
SvaraRaderaWhat a WONDERFUL story!
Thank you/Margaretha
PS About Sven-Bertil Taube, I will be back.