Sweden
- Arrival
- Tänka 1 (Dreams)
- Acceptance in the Church
- Tänka 2 (Freedom)
- Foreboding Homelessness
- Du gamla, du fria
- Tänka 3 (Reputation)
- Remembering Karlstad
- Tänka 4 (Sailing)
- Djurgården
- Tänka 5 (Children)
- Luleå
- Tänka 6 (Renhet)
- Albion
- Tänka 7 (Racism)
- Innersta frid
- Tänka 8 (The Bullfinch)
- Departure
- Self-portrait
- Summer
Du gamla, du fria
Residing sleek hillside come drink from the pool,
Cup volumes and feast without a motion,
Enliven the lichen that bathes in the cool;
Become aglow you waken all emotion.
Young sapling foreseeing bid straight for the sky,
Cheer softly near flora into fragrance,
Together sweet millions a beau to espy;
Allied are we enraptured by your cadence.
Long sunset go teasingly on till the eyes
Upon you go slumber to your obit;
Now merge with the living, the sea and the rise,
Entrench anew and galvanise our bowsprit.
Quick lope cracking hearth blind or whip summoned might,
Mute shackles upon a painted spectre,
Redress fevered cares with the chill of the night,
Entrap my soul, bequeath it as your sceptre.
A thawing, oh fawning, do death give to life,
Transition a peril and a splendour,
In faith and humility heedless to strife;
A true romance abided by its labour.
Inside every kingdom a will plays to rule
And binds the waif spirit to the landscape.
This vista vibrates throughout each molecule;
Propel me forth, command me till the last gape.
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