We should not sleep away the summer night


 

We should not sleep away the summer night,
it is too light for that.
Then we shall wander together in the open
under the trees that are heavy under their leaves

Then we shall wander together in the open
where flowers in the grass are standing
We shall not sleep away the summer night
which with dew our hair does fuss

We shall not sleep away from the smell of hay
and the singing of the grasshoppers in the fields
but wander together under the pale blue sky
till the birds lift their wings

And feel that we are of the same kin as the earth
with the wind and the white clouds,
and know that we shall be together
all the time till dawn

This is the English version of Norwegian Poet Aslaug Låstad Lygre’s most known poem «Vi skal ikkje sove». It is way way way way better in Norwegian, as it flows better in the original language than when translated. Guess the English version just have to do though.

If we were having coffee, I would recite the poem above to you, and tell you that last night I couldn’t sleep. Summer in the north is beautiful, and the nights don’t really get dark. I am way too far south to have the midnight sun, but it still doesn’t get really pitch dark at night. Only the brightest stars can be seen in the sky, and as I lay there looking at them I thought about how awesome it would be to space travel, to visit other planets, other galaxies. What other life forms are there in the universe, if any? When will human kind ever get to encounter any of them? Will they be friendly? Will they see us as food, and if so – will the aliens find us tasty?

As I was about to drift away into a dreamy sleep filled with aliens looking like kittens, there under the light northern sky where starlight had to fight for attention, I wondered what the heck had happened to my ceiling?


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36 comments on “We should not sleep away the summer night

  1. i think your translation did the poet justice, its really beautiful to imagine the landscape as i read it. the book Host tells of different planets, though fictional i like the idea that there are peaceful life elsewhere that we humans can learn from, too much violence and unkindness these days i wish o could float away with you too…..and visit the brightest stars…..i always wondered about the midnight sun….closest i have been is sunlight till 9pm in Canada and i thought that was pretty weird. I imagine its hard to fall asleep, thank you for always bringing me stories from your beautiful land and culture.

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    • Awe thank you. You always leave the most thoughtful comments 🙂 I’m not really a poetry kind of gal, and only a very few will stick in my mind. This is one of them 🙂

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  2. Love the poem!! And I love dark summer nights – we have several official Dark Parks here in Michigan, up north away from the city lights. Can’t wait to check them out. Hope your ceiling is okay! 🙂

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    • Hehe, my ceiling is right where it ougt to be 🙂 I love stargazing, but summer is not the best time for it in the north 🙂 Thank you for visiting 🙂

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  3. Beautiful sentiments in the poem. I also wonder about alien life. That is why I took up writing science fiction. It allows me to express some of my ideas about life in the universe. We are not alone.

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    • Thank you for your kind comment. Arthur C. Clarke said: ‘Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.’

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