Ett stort kålhuvud tänker,

men inte på kålsoppa:

Det tänker på Afrikas milda frikadeller

hoppande lätt över savannen


A big head of cabbage thinks,

but not about cabbage soup:

It thinks about Africa’s gentle meatballs

hopping lightly over the savannah


I would like to translate some poems by Ekelöf, but am uncertain about the copyright situation.

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