STRONG rocks hold up the riksdag bridge always strong river waters shoving their shoulders against them
In the riksdag to-night three hundred men are talking to each other about more potatoes and bread for the Swedish people to eat this winter.
In a boat among calm waters next to the running waters a fisherman sits in the dark and I, leaning at a parapet, see him lift a net and let it down he waits the waters run the riksdag talks he lifts the net and lets it down
Stars lost in the sky ten days of drizzle spread over the sky saying yes-yes.
Every afternoon at four oclock fifteen apple women who have sold their apples in Christiania meet at a coffee house and gab.