Werghaven

I was allowed to pick out some old books for myself from my dad's chronically overflowing bookcases while I was visiting for christmas and one of them is a poetry collection from 1941 consisting entirely of Wergeland and Welhaven... might as well have buried them under a meth superlab together

i’m back on my norire shit after finding out that a couple of well known united irishmen fled to norway in the very late 1790s and their presence kicked off an interest in irish independence. niche, but it was with the right people — henrik wergeland became good friends with one of them, robert major, who opened a tannery in lillesand (that’s now a hotel) and had a wonderful poem about ireland written for him when he passed