Poesía internacional

1. NORWAY

2. NORWAY:
To g e the r with Swe de n and Finland, Scandinava Pe ninsula fo rms.
Its capital is Oslo .

3. Anthem of Norway :
Flag of Norway.
1 .
(First part)
Sí, amamo s e ste país
a me dida que sube hacia
arriba,
e scabro so , re sistido , so bre e l
mar,
Co n sus mile s de casas.
Lo amo , lo amo y cre o
En nue stro padre y de la
madre .
Y la no che que la sag a e nvía
Sue ño e n nue stra tie rra.
Y la no che que la sag a e nvía,
Envía sue ño s a nue stra
tie rra.
Badge of Norway.

4. Currency of Norway:
Norwegian crown
The Cro wn is the curre ncy o f No rway.
In 1 8 7 5 the y cre ate d the firsts co ins.

5. Henrik Johan Ibsen was dramatist
and poet norwegian.. Born on 20
March 1828 in Skien.. Died on 23
May 1906 in Oslo.
Poetry: MEMORY´´S KILDE :
En Je nta sitte r på afte ne n,
Skanning av be kke n so m g litrar, ó
Og i dype t de r vanne t g lir
De wo o dís mø rke re fle ksjo ns g limme rs.
Hun stirre r o g stirre r me d e t vemo dig smil
So m o m hun fø lte no e mang le r;
Me n tanke lø st, omfavne t av fro dig e banke r i
me llo mtide n,
Dag e ns re nn på Ne ie r slacking . ó ó
De rme d o ft she íd sitte so m e t svik barn, ó
Dypt ne d se e n fanto m skyg g e lag t:
En de nne g utt so m vinke t he nne , mykt smilte , ó
Visjo ne n hadde fo r le ng st falme t. ó
Ah, nå she is vo kst o pp, o g like ve l fain
He nne s tanke r å g å childward le ng se l,
Han aldri, aldri komme r tilbake ig je n,
Hans visjo n ikke me r tilbake .
Me n o fte she íll sitte ve d stre amle tís rande n,
Kinn alt dug g e t me d he nne g råte ; ó
På g lir curre ntís myk risle nde surg e ,
Knappe ruffle d av duskís mild sukk. ó
Og da måne n kaste r e n uhyg g e lig lys
Ne d fra bue t hve lv de r bo rte ; ó
Hun stirre r på bø lg e n o g hun tro r hun kan
Fo rtsatt se at fantom de t vandre ! ó ó ó . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

6. TRANSLATION:
A g irl sitting o n the e ve ning ;
Scanning cre e k shimme rs,
And in the de pths whe re the wate r slide s
The y wo o dís dark re fle ctio n g limme rs.
She stare s and stare s with a wistful smile
As if she fe lt some thing was missing ;
But unthinking , embrace d by lush banks me anwhile ,
Curre nt flo ws at Ne ie r slacking .
Thus o ft She ida sit as a be trayal childre n
De e p do wn se e ing a phantom shade d:
A this bo y who wave d he r so ftly smile d,
The visio n had lo ng fade d.
Ah, now she is g rown up and still fain
He r tho ughts g o childre ns ward lo ng ing ,
He ne ve r, e ve r come back ag ain,
His visio n no mo re back.
But o fte n She illa sit at stre amle tís brink,
Che e ks e ve rything miste d with he r cry;
On g lide s curre ntís so ft rippling surg e ,
Scarce ruffle d duskís g e ntle sigh.
And whe n the mo o n casts an e e rie light
Down from arche d vault o ve r the re ;
She stare s at the wave and she thinks she can
Still se e that phantom that walking !

7. BY: MARÍA ARCAS
RUIZ
THE
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