formalist and informalist poetry, short stories, excerpts of novels, general rants etc., by Robin Helweg-Larsen, proud to be appearing frequently in Ambit, Candelabrum and Snakeskin. Blog moved to http://robinhl.com
February 18, 2011
Roughing It In Europe
One two three four Is OK, but you need more:
Un deux trois quat’ If you want a welcome mat
En to tre fire With the krone getting dearer,
Bir iki uç dirt Selling off your jeans or shirt
Wahid zoozh teleta arba In a cafe by the harbour
Üks kaks kolm neli For some food to fill your belly;
Jeden dwa trzy cztery Language may be shaky, very,
Uno dos tres cuatro But they’ll love you if you’re up to
Eins zwei drei vier Trying freely, laughing freer.
British by birth, Jamaican by registration, Canadian by naturalisation, Australian by descent.
Formerly Danish, too, but I lost citizenship in becoming Canadian.
But no permanent status in the country I was raised in (the Bahamas), or in the country I've been living in since 1991 (the US).
My flag is the blue-and-white of the UN, all other flags are historically interesting at best, despicable at worst.