Kiss me sun #64195

The sun kissed me. Poem by Guðmundur Böðvarsson. Guðmundur Böðvarsson's first book.


Kiss me sun

The sun kissed me and said:

Don't you see how I shine?

Forget now the bitter winter pain,

forget him, my love.

I am now eighteen years old.



Then the autumn harp sounded

in my mind a heavy beat.

So I asked: Can you forget this noise,

that shines here day and night

and carries a death sentence?



Because of the soft-leaved birch forests

waiting for leaf fall and sorrow,

and your springtime mind awaits sleepless nights

in the silent city of winter.

At the windows you cry.



Then she laughed into my heart,

She stroked my hair and said:

Look into my eyes, if you can,

my love, do it –

and then say: It is winter.



Then my reasoning failed me, and then

sings in my mind

the enveloping breeze and the rhythmic breeze,

wherever, oh wherever I go:

She is now eighteen years old.