Grieg’s home is planted
where it gets its proper nourishment.
You have your proper soil
and living conditions-
not to be transplanted.
As the rainbow belongs
to the sky, rain and sun,
You belong to your own separateness
and solitude.
I can love you
and take my love with me.
You had loved the rainbow best.
I loved Grieg’s home best.
Neither one of us bought souvenirs.
The most beautiful
I cannot possess
and study-
The rainbow
They were there
for me to enjoy
and experience
and enter into.
But they belong elsewhere.
And so with you,
I can enjoy
and love
but not possess.
My possessions I once loved
are now in tatters,
in boxes
and much has been stolen.