Poem by Pál Ólafsson # 61145
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Poems by Pál Ólafsson. Páll Hermannsson, former general, chose the poems.
Autumn
Oct. 10, 1872
Now has white snow
- their hard fans -
Hiding- green-hidden-mountains
before my eyes.
She will be gone in a short while.
stack white wide
over my good ground
and the green color is gone.
If there are weeds there
out of the white snow,
the northern weather - afterwards -
all of them are gone.
So the sun's course will shorten,
then lengthen the mask.
I can't move.
to celebrate such a time.
A sign reminds me of wings
I want to go away.
this cold breeze from
and fly to the hot south.
Autumn
Oct. 10, 1872
Now has white snow
- their hard fans -
Hiding- green-hidden-mountains
before my eyes.
She will be gone in a short while.
stack white wide
over my good ground
and the green color is gone.
If there are weeds there
out of the white snow,
the northern weather - afterwards -
all of them are gone.
So the sun's course will shorten,
then lengthen the mask.
I can't move.
to celebrate such a time.
A sign reminds me of wings
I want to go away.
this cold breeze from
and fly to the hot south.