Dag T. Straumsvåg

 

BELLS

(1611 Madison ST NE, Miinneapolis, February 17, 2026)

 

1611     is from 1911     the sound of church bells     From the old country     crossing the cold Atlantic     on immigrant ships     Muffled in sea smoke     kept hidden in hearts & trunks     a piece of Trondheim     Skommars  Gdañsk or     the Kashubian Forest     surviving the seas     Carried to this house     chiming down through the decades     echoes echoing     Long in old houses     Northeast Minneapolis     I am getting dressed     & go out to wait     under the glacial stars     in the Midwest cold     For our sushi

 

 

A NEW PHASE

I'm in the quietness of snow falling on snow

—TANEDA SANTŌKA

 

Like everybody else, I go through phases in my life. I remember a few; there was the hopeful phase, which didn't last very long, nor did the angry phase. Too much disappointment and stress. The hopeless phase lasted longer, but it wasn't any fun. Eventually I reached the seasonal phase; the blue spring light, warm summer evenings, leaves turning in the fall, the first snow filling the house with silence. And later, beautiful mornings and nights with my love. Listening to Bach. That's when life finally started to make sense. But it was taken. Now I've reached the unknown phase. It's intense; eyes bulging, mouth half open, my breath coming in shallow wheezes, like at a high altitude, some ways up a big mountain, perhaps, seeing the peak high above under a multitude of stars, unreachable, but beautiful and something to behold as my eyes slowly fill with snow.

 

 

 

SAGEMONO TRIPTYCH

 

1. For Angella Who Gave Me a Sagemono of Old Wood

(February 16 - March 16, 2025)

 

My Sagemono     is made of cracked red hardwood     lined by years of use     The netsuke’s gone     maybe it broke or got lost     in Yamaguchi     Or in Reykjavik     I’d like to think the owner     simply wore it out     Now you Angella     have made a new netsuke     in the ancient way     Two small singing stones     given voices by mollusks     at the water's edge     On a distant shore     where they made their homes of flint     stones & salt water     I think old Bashō     would have enjoyed wearing it     on his journey to     The interior     the narrow road to the north     the road to beauty     Now only I will     wear it attached to my belt     on my morning walks

 

 

2. Oxen

(June 29 - July 3, 2025)

 

One of the greatest     netsuke masters of all     was Tomotada     Kyoto’s finest     in the 1780s     Edo period     He taught the art of     miniature sculpture carving     worked in jade & wood     He loved the oxen     most of all but never told     anybody why     He made lions wolves     dogs monkeys in ivory     but his jade oxen...     There were three masters     Tomotada considered     the best among them     The netsuke had     to be beautiful yes but     just as important     Was harmonizing     it with other elements     inrō ojimes     Polishing it smooth     its soft rounded curves alive     this big animal     Ah... Tomotada     sighs & looks out the window     rests his tired eyes     On a lemon tree     as the dark leans against it     like a beggar monk     Whispering something     in the quiet of evening     an ancient old prayer     Even the oxen’s     bellowing sound like mumbles     sweet little secrets     From somewhere far off     where they lie in the lush grass     inside their jade stones

 

 

3. In Cissi Klein's Park

(June 11, 2025)

 

First Sagemono     walk around my neighborhood     Buddhist scroll inside     Belly full of great     Little Island Ceylon tea     salami sandwich     Walking by the fjord     it’s sunny but the wind’s cold     too cold to sit down     So I keep walking     the longest walk in a year     the healing’s begun     Hospitalsløkkan     Kalvskinnet Ilsvikøra     to Øya & back     By the peacock’s house     then I reach St Olaf’’s Well     & the cathedral     The carillon calls     & silences all of us     we’re a photo still     & mysterious     for an hour we even     walk differently     Maybe for ever     the cracks Cohen sang about     shimmering with light     I write this poem     to the centre of my life     in Cissi Klein’s park     A polite seagull     stays with me for the whole time     resting in the grass     Or sits on the bench     next to me watching my hand     writing erasing     Turning its head up     looking into the weather      into the blue sky

 

 

 

 


Dag T. Straumsvåg lives in Trondheim, Norway, and is the author and translator of twelve books of poetry, including The Emperor of Japan (above/ground press, 2026), The Mountains of Kong: New & Selected Prose Poems (Assembly Press, 2025), A Further Introduction to Bingo with Jason Heroux (above/ground press, 2024), and But in the Stillness (Apt. 9 Press, 2024). He co-founded the micro press A + D Trondheim | Minneapolis with his fiancé, the late great Angella Kassube in 2020. They published two bilingual books, Tom Hennen: Finn eit stille regn (Find a Quiet Rain, translations, 2024) and Michael Dennis: Spøkjelse i japanske drosjar (Ghosts in Japanese Taxis, translations, 2020). The press will continue, with creative director and designer Beth Elliott, Angella's long time friend, doing the cover art and book design. His poems have appeared in numerous journals in Norway and North America.