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Sssh says the ocean

Sssh says the small wave at the shore - sssh

not so violent, not

so proud, not

so remarkable.

Sssh

says the surf

crowding round the outcrops,

washing the shore. Sssh,

they say to people,

this is our Earth,

our eternity.

Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994)

2

In still moments by the sea

life seems large-drawn and simple.

It is there we can see into ourselves.

Rolf Edberg (1912-1997)

3

Kannesteinen, Vågsøy

4

Solastranden

5

How long is the way

I asked the wind:

Tell me

you flying fugitive,

how long is still the way

between east and west -

And the wind answered:

as long as the way

from one man to another.

Anna Skeide (1910-1980)

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7

Breakers scouring the stones

Mosaic of stone in their wake

Water and weight of stone

Earth’s own elementary language

Helge Torvund

8

The white sound of an angry sea

Surging all around

Swells in great rebellious crests

And rages at the sky

With resounding NOs!

With a resounding YES!

Helge Torvund

9

Feistein lighthouse

Håtangen, Jæren

10

Then all the droplets surge headlong

into one great stream:

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Rush! Gush! Smash!

A water revolution!

Helge Torvund

12

There are no footprints on the sea

and no road signs, not a single

guard stone or post, and no

bends, only paths of light and dark

from which to choose, the choice is always

a difficult navigation

and the storm’s wingspan as immeasurable

as the depths and the horizon, but

the sea holds you in its mighty hand

your life is a sea-blue tale

of love and death.

Åse-Marie Nesse (1934-2001)

13

Varhaug old churchyard

14

Sele

15

Time of idleness! All words

and actions die away: No breath of wind

has leave to stir the evening’s limpid fjord.

There’s a stillness of summer skerries in your soul,

where sounds and inlets lie in gleaming calm

capturing the promise of the twilight lull.

André Bjerke (1918-1985)

16

Nothing is so boundless as the sea,nothing so patient.

On its broad back it bears, like a good-natured elephant, the puny little creatures who

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inhabit the Earth;and in its vast cool depths

it has place for all mortal woes.

Alexander Kielland (1849-1906)

18

To stand near rocks

and grow

in wind and light

To live just

as one is

in wind and light.

Helge Torvund

19

Jæren

20

Flaws are needed in the rock-face

if you’re going to climb it.

Cracks for fingertips and toes,

for bolts and hooks.

Ledges for hammers.

Holds for ropes.

You’ll never get a step further

in unblemished rock.

Arvid Hanssen (1932-1998)

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Kjerag, Lysefjorden

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