Ann's Ruff tranalation of a painter's poem on the Norwegian Poesiringen New Year 2011 :-
Her English is debatable!(ann)

Dear Arild( Instigator of the site) This is not a Christmas poem, it isn't a New Years poem, it is a "not-a-poem," with the theme said way too much about, all the words, all the theses, and modernisms, that in the end have killed everything that which poetry of vision, that is its true spirit.

Of course that spirit can never be quelled, it glides still away, goes to its own land, where it has its realm, there where no one lives, nothing is in truth if its nature, therefore it is invisible, it only appears when it wishes to (itself wills it to!)  and there it stands still and watches, all the unnecessary Place it is made to be, but it never criticises in spite of this, it thinks: let silence unveil what They cannot see......?........the invisible will always be made visible for those who "SEE." 

This is my prayer between christmas and the new year. Good thoughts to all in the Poesieringen, and A Happy New Year, again thank you Arild, for your deep work. Much love Kim Bo Hansen. Painter.

DET ER MIN BØN..........................THIS IS MY PRAYER

Det hedder ikke Kunst,....................................It isn't called Art
det hedder ,......................................................its name is 
det  uforståelige,...............................................the unfathomable
det  hedder,.....................................................its name is 
vinden der hvirvler i sivet,................................the wind that stirs in the reeds

Det findes,.........................................................It exists
men hedder intet,............................................but has no name
mine øjne lyver,................................................my eyes lie
hvis jeg kalder, det kunst,..............................if I call it art

Sneen................................................................The snow
hedder sneen,.................................................named snow
regnen,...............................................................the rain
hedder regnen,................................................named rain
navnet er borte for længst,............................. the name is long gone
mit navn er borte for længst,..........................my name is long gone

Det der er,.........................................................There that there is
er tomt,.............................................................is empty
da bliver jeg vinden,........................................then I am the wind
der hvirvler i sivet,..........................................that stirs in the reeds
og regnen,.........................................................and the rain
vasker mig ren.=.............................................wash me clean.
 
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From AnnW:-
Dear Arild, 

Oh what a lovely 'innslag' you sent us today of Kim Bo Hansen, 
this was just the right painting we needed to lift the veils of time
and start a new year with open eyes, and listen to the nature of poetry
hear her smile, see her voice, feel her sound and smell her spirit passing sweet, 
silent, beautiful, just beautiful Kim Bo, you ARE indeed a painter, 
and here a painter of words. With my love Ann. (Waddicor)