"In 2016, the poem was voted by readers and viewers of the Norwegian Broadcasting Corporation (NRK) as the greatest Norwegian poem of all time. The life and work of the great poet is presented in the Olav H. Hauge Centre for Poetry in his homevillage by the Hardangerfjord."

At sixty-five, Olav married the Norwegian artist Bodil Cappelen, whom he met at one of his rare poetry readings. He died at 86 in 1994 in the old way; no real evidence of disease was present. He simply did not eat for ten days, and so he died. A horse-drawn wagon carried his body back up the mountain after the service. Everyone noticed a small colt that ran happily alongside its mother and the coffin all the way. 
  

거기 언덕 꼭대기에 서서

소리치지 말라.

물론 네 말은

옳다, 너무 옳아서

말하는 것이

도리어 성가시다.,

언덕으로 들어가,,

거기 대장간을 지어라.

거기 풀무를 만들고,

거기 쇠를 달구고

망치질하며 노래하라!

우리가 들을 것이다,

듣고,

네가 어디 있는지 알 것이다.

....Olav H. Hauge

"언덕 꼭대기에 서서 소리치지 말라"

위의 Olav H. Hauge의 시는 내가 오늘 한국에서 받은 동아약보, vol. 602, 2019 June,

의 첫 page에 올린것을 가져온것 입니다.

이 Olav H. Hauge의 두시는 우리들 가슴에 성큼 들어오는 master pieces 라고 믿습니다.

More comprehensive review of his poems in the below.

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Up on Top

BY OLAV H. HAUGE

TRANSLATED BY ROBERT BLY

After stumbling a long time over impossible trails   

you are up on top.   

Hardship didn't crush you, you trod it   

down, climbed higher.

That's how you see it. After life has tossed you   

away, and you ended up on top   

like a one-legged wooden horse on a dump.   

Life is merciful, it blinds and provides illusions,   

and destiny takes on our burden:   

foolishness and arrogance become mountains and marshy places,   

hate and resentment become wounds from enemy arrows,   

and the doubt always with us becomes cold dry

rocky valleys.

You go in the door.   

The pot lies upside down in the hearth,   

it sprawls with hostile black feet.

*This is another master piece I can't help loving it.

The poem sees through mountains of worldly, human agonies, 

and is consistent with Buddhism teachings or Taoism or eastern mysticism.

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