Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Porsgrund Trivet


This Porsgrund trivet was my grandma's.  It has a poem by John Herman Wessel about sandwiches and love... I think some of the meaning is lost in the online translations, though.


2 comments:

  1. I just wandered into your blog today when I was looking up a little Norwegian trivet I quite happily came across in a goodwill store. The very same one that you have in this post. I agree, the meaning does seem like it must be lost in translation. Looking forward to seeing more of your posts!

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  2. That sandwiches are
    not food
    and that love is
    not hatred

    that is, for the time being,
    what I know
    about
    sandwiches
    and love.

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