• POET'S PAGE
• POEMS

Torild Wardenær

• At any time at all I can be seized by a sudden madness of infinity
• In writing I must have reversed the numbers
• Inheritance CCCXXX, Field studies II
• Inheritance CCCXXXIII, psi = x (y +10100)
• Inheritance CCXCIV, Unsecured I
• It is August
• Offensive from the proletariat
• Perhaps we have slept our way through life
• Time for presents
• Tissue, deficiency