The Holy River #52973

The Holy River. Poem by Tómas Guðmundsson.
A good copy in excellent condition.


On autumn nights I walk alone from home

for my sorrow and joy await

the dark river, which we rush and rush

so heavy a burden is felt.

It came here long ago to meet me

every morning wrapped in the glory of the sun.

Tonight, it has a soothing song that carries

my last spring day at sea.



Yes, here I found centuries and fates

In the depths of the river flow,

and I heard the silence that lingered behind them,

which the sky and stars hold.

There the world that awaited awakening disappeared from me.

Every day of my life happened there

to a sacred song that touches the heart

so sad, painful and beautiful.


Then those spells settled in my soul,

which since then I was not allowed to defend myself.

And so it left me untouched by so much,

which inspired others to fight.

- I choose that blame because I know who it is,

The world that received me did not benefit.

But here I felt young in my heart

the sky that I could touch.



And I cater to the blind mind

to the autumn that awaits everyone.

And the soothing lament of the sacred river

from the hum to me.

I know and feel that it follows me.

through the fjord of the blue roads,

One late evening, your heart is pounding,

Oh, the beautiful autumn land of my sad homeland.