RAIN/REGNEN, THE

Scandinavian Review, Spring 2009 by Nordbrandt, Henrik

It's raining.

And because it's raining

it's never done anything but rain.

There is in truth

nothing other than rain

and all dreams

are about the fact that it's raining.

And it's in no small part my own fault

that it's raining.

It's my fault

because it's my fault I was born.

I was born because I myself

have lied about rain:

"Then the sun broke out

and lit up a white gable"

I said one time.

It was a lie.

And therefore I was born

because it is raining.

And so it rains.

Do you understand now

how I get in rainy weather?

REGNEN

Det regner.

Og fordi det regner

har det aldrig gjort andet end at regne.

Der er i virkeligheden

intet andet end regn

og alle dwmme

handler om, at det regner.

Og det er ikke mindst min skyld

at det regner.

Det er min skyld

tordi det er mind skyld, at ieg er blevet fadt.

Jeg er blevet ftsdt, tordi ieg har lejet

om selve regnen:

"Pludseiig bryder solen fem

og toender en hvid gavl.'

har jeg engang sagt.

Det er iagn.

Derfor er jeg blevet ladt

fordi det regner.

Sadan regner det.

Har I sa forstaet

hvordan jeg har det i regnvejr?