Poem after Undine # 82700
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Poems after Undine. With pictures.
Undína (1858 - 1941) was from Litla-Ásgeirsá in Víðidalur in Húnaþing, the daughter of Baldvin Helgason and Soffía Jósafatsdóttir. They first settled in Rousseau in Muskoka, Ontario, and later in North Dakota. Undína was married twice, her first husband was a drunkard and she divorced him, the second died in 1904.
She then lived on the west coast until her death, her last years in the care of her daughter Sophia. Undína wrote most before and around the turn of the century, but little after that. She attracted the deserved attention of Western literary figures. Her poems are simple and poetic, many of them patriotic poems. Her best poems are sad and romantic, revealing the settlers' sense of rootlessness in a simple way. A complete edition of her poems was published in 1952, Poems.
Christmas around
the day
I remember how sad that day was.
and the look was deadly,
that sad, heavy-featured tone
all visible existence bar;
It was dark, the sun was not visible,
and yet Christmas had arrived.
The storm on the roof was raging.
and half filled the window with snow,
lonely in a stormy moment
the oaks in passing calm,
because the radiant healing sun
She couldn't keep it warm at Christmas.
My heart was filled with sorrow.
It's a holiday, so sad I look;;
but my hope was carried in my bosom
and my prayer became sure and fervent,
to the brilliant, life-giving sun
Then the next Christmas will come.
Undína (1858 - 1941) was from Litla-Ásgeirsá in Víðidalur in Húnaþing, the daughter of Baldvin Helgason and Soffía Jósafatsdóttir. They first settled in Rousseau in Muskoka, Ontario, and later in North Dakota. Undína was married twice, her first husband was a drunkard and she divorced him, the second died in 1904.
She then lived on the west coast until her death, her last years in the care of her daughter Sophia. Undína wrote most before and around the turn of the century, but little after that. She attracted the deserved attention of Western literary figures. Her poems are simple and poetic, many of them patriotic poems. Her best poems are sad and romantic, revealing the settlers' sense of rootlessness in a simple way. A complete edition of her poems was published in 1952, Poems.
Christmas around
the day
I remember how sad that day was.
and the look was deadly,
that sad, heavy-featured tone
all visible existence bar;
It was dark, the sun was not visible,
and yet Christmas had arrived.
The storm on the roof was raging.
and half filled the window with snow,
lonely in a stormy moment
the oaks in passing calm,
because the radiant healing sun
She couldn't keep it warm at Christmas.
My heart was filled with sorrow.
It's a holiday, so sad I look;;
but my hope was carried in my bosom
and my prayer became sure and fervent,
to the brilliant, life-giving sun
Then the next Christmas will come.