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Ulrikke
Reed Findenegg<\/h1><\/div>\n
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… All days are nights to see till I see thee,
\nAnd nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.<\/p>\n<\/div>

William Shakespeare<\/p>\n<\/div>

Bj\u00f8rn Howard Kruse<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n

… And suddenly a hare ran across the road
\none of us pointed to it with his hand.
\nThat was along ago. Today neither of them is alive.
\nNot the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.
\nO my love, where are they, where are they going?
\nThe flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
\nI ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.<\/p>\n<\/div>

Czes\u0142aw Mi\u0142osz<\/p>\n<\/div>

P\u0113teris Vasks<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n

\u00dcber allen Gipfeln ist Ruh,
\nIn allen Wipfeln sp\u00fcrest du kaum einen Hauch;
\nDie V\u00f6gelein schweigen im Walde.
\nWarte nur, balde ruhest du auch.<\/p>\n<\/div>

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<\/p>\n<\/div>

Phillip Hersant<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n

… So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
\nSo long lives this, and this gives life to thee.<\/p>\n<\/div>

William Shakespeare<\/p>\n<\/div>

Nils Lindberg<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n

To make a prairie
\nit takes a clover and one bee,
\none clover, and a bee,
\nand revery.
\nThe revery alone will do
\nif bees are few.<\/p>\n<\/div>

Emily Dickinson<\/p>\n<\/div>

Rudolf Escher<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n

… Overwinteren doen ze op een bank
\nonder de sneeuw
\nals het lente wordt laten ze zich vollopen
\nom de laag beschaving van hun huid te krabben
\nze hangen rond in bushokjes
\nen soms naakt in een meer …<\/p>\n<\/div>

Kira Wuck<\/p>\n<\/div>

Ymkje de Boer<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n

Ensomme skip p\u00e5 havets myrer
\nb\u00f8yer nakken,
\nkroker ryggen som myrullsankere
\nEnsomme skip p\u00e5 havets myrer
\nunder skyers myrullskjorter,
\nsvanevinger,
\nsn\u00f8hvit.<\/p>\n<\/div>

Rolf Jacobsen<\/p>\n<\/div>

Torstein Aagaard-Nilsen<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n

Niemand knetet uns wieder aus Erde und Lehm,
\nniemand bespricht unseren Staub.
\nNiemand.
\nGelobt seist du, Niemand.
\nDir zulieb wollen
\nwir bl\u00fchn.
\nDir
\nentgegen….<\/p>\n<\/div>

Paul Celan<\/p>\n<\/div>

Frank Havr\u00f8y<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n

They sleep on the ocean floor like humming-tops
\n\u2028whose music is the mother-of-pearl octave of the rainbow,
\n\u2028harmonious shells that whisper forever in our ears,
\nthe world that you inhabit has not yet been created.<\/p>\n<\/div>

Kathleen Raine<\/p>\n<\/div>

Knut Nystedt<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n

… S\u00e5 lenge eg veit du vil kome iblant
\nsom no over knastrande grus
\nog smile glad n\u00e5r du ser meg st\u00e5 her,
\nskal eg ha ein heim i mitt hus.<\/p>\n<\/div>

Halldis Moren Vesaas<\/p>\n<\/div>

Eva Holm Foosn\u00e6s<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n

Det regnar \u00f6ver staden,
\ndet regnar tyst och sakta p\u00e5 gatans tysta hus.
\nFr\u00e5n mjukt besl\u00f6jad himmel igenom
\nskymningen silar ett milt och d\u00e4mpat ljus.
\nO, denna veka, stilla v\u00e5rkv\u00e4llsmelankoli
\noch regnets sakta sus.
\nMitt hj\u00e4rta gr\u00e5ter tyst.<\/p>\n<\/div>

Vilhelm Ekelund<\/p>\n<\/div>

Hildor Lundvik<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n

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Ulrikke
Reed Findenegg<\/h1><\/div>\n
het gedicht, de afzonderlijke woorden voelen en proeven \u2014 de unieke klankwereld van een koorstuk ondergaan, het werk tot leven zingen \u2014 de zangers en musici meenemen naar muzikale landschappen ver voorbij het complexe notenbeeld \u2014 en daar samen in een onvergetelijk, tijdloos ogenblik de luisteraar ontmoeten<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n
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foto: Maurice Lammerts van Bueren<\/p><\/div>\n

Ulrikke
Reed Findenegg<\/h1><\/div>\n