At The End Of Rural Idyll Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

At the end of rural Idyll

It has been a long day
lugging water, gas and fire-wood
up to the cabin
I hope it is the last time having to do this.
We are moving into a roomy flat in Cascais
it has a panoramic view over the bay, the sea
yes, it was my first love even though I`m loath
to admit it, but I will miss the trees and
the greenery of the woods, but what the hell
my almond tree will look after itself.
There is a lunch café on the first floor they also
bring food up if I feel tired of being polite.
What I will see now is the shifting stir of the ocean
and much time will be spent watching the bygone.
I know I will cry when leaving I was content here
although the local doctor from Moldavia thinks I behave
drunken Yeltsin, she has a good heart, wishes I could say
the same about her receptionist, we had an argument
and now I have to go to a private doctor for my medicine.
I have an old seagull on the roof can`t leave it alone to catch
it will be painful it will bite me, but when it sees the ocean,
it will be grateful to me.