{"product_id":"fra-umsvolum-64509-56617","title":"From Umsvällir # 64509","description":"From Umsvälar. Poem by Jóhann Hjálmarsson.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You must listen. You must be empty.\u003cbr\u003e JMG Le Clézio.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e From Umsvällur I see the ravens in the sleet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When I arrived in the village\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I walked down to the sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There is a post office on the sea ridge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and from there I sent my words.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You have to listen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You must be empty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I heard the ravens\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and then I knew\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e that I was on earth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I followed their flight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Now I see them in the sleet\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and ahead is a cape\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e where white waves break.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I am empty,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e but the landscape fills me;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e not my own voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The sea is gray.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eas far as the eye can see.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The weather noise is suddenly in here,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e the houses in their place,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e the cars on the street,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e no people\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e except in the books\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and it says:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You have to listen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You must be empty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Later, the shrimp boat arrives.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Later the plane arrives with one passenger,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e a few letters, two boxes of wine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She's like a toy car,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e flies low over the land,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e feels like a sled\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e over the white mountains\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e or like an old bus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e about the highway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When you hear it\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e is driven in a jeep to the airport.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Two young men with glasses\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e don't say good morning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They silently accept the luggage.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and hand the mail to the pilot\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e as the postman by the sea\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e has stuffed into a canvas bag\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and sealed with the scent of seaweed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Loki the dog\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e who has a Scottish father\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and a Siberian mother\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e standing on the steps of Umsvällur\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e at Regina and Ella's\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e who have been to Australia and Algeria\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and in Texas where the grass is tall and dry\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e and the skortites sing so beautifully.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The bird here is the raven.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e in the sleet,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e in the soul\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eand in these words.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The one who listens\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e is not empty.","brand":"Bókin.is","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51122548736328,"sku":"OSC-56617","price":4900.0,"currency_code":"ISK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0916\/4029\/9848\/files\/64509.jpg?v=1754745302","url":"https:\/\/www.bokin.is\/en\/products\/fra-umsvolum-64509-56617","provider":"bokin.is","version":"1.0","type":"link"}