Then, now and so on #66639
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Then, now and so on. Poem by Þorsteinn Antonsson.
Hope
There lives a light at the pedestal of fallen man,
and none but the sea can extinguish this light,
and nothing but love can brighten this light.
It's a starry sky on a pitch-black sea
between the living and the dead,
which maintains unbroken bonds between fingers and light
of the rising day,
which keeps life in the roots, from which love springs,
even though there is no god left to receive him.
There is a light in the window of a woman, who has a son behind storm-tossed waves.
Although Sigga and Gunna and Svenka
going to work, shadowed by the shroud of hopelessness,
then she sits behind the light,
this woman, and looks out at the sea.
Hope
There lives a light at the pedestal of fallen man,
and none but the sea can extinguish this light,
and nothing but love can brighten this light.
It's a starry sky on a pitch-black sea
between the living and the dead,
which maintains unbroken bonds between fingers and light
of the rising day,
which keeps life in the roots, from which love springs,
even though there is no god left to receive him.
There is a light in the window of a woman, who has a son behind storm-tossed waves.
Although Sigga and Gunna and Svenka
going to work, shadowed by the shroud of hopelessness,
then she sits behind the light,
this woman, and looks out at the sea.