{"product_id":"stefjamal-54871-49377","title":"Case # 54871","description":"Political issues. Poem by Lárus Sigurjónsson.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In \u003cb\u003eMánudagsblaðið\u003c\/b\u003e 7.yr. 28.isl. 1954. There is an article by Pétur Jakobsson who had just finished reading Stefjamál Lárusar. In it Pétur says, among other things:\u003cbr\u003e We all know it so well that it's nothing new.\u003cbr\u003e that the silver vessels sink, but that which is made of lighter\u003cbr\u003e material floats on top. I think\u003cbr\u003e This is proven in the poetry book.\u003cbr\u003e Stefjamál. About her and the author\u003cbr\u003e hers is and has been\u003cbr\u003e far too quiet. I myself may\u003cbr\u003e shame on me, that's poetic \u003cbr\u003eman and mess with\u003cbr\u003e poetry writing, not having before\u003cbr\u003e but now sits at the author's feet\u003cbr\u003e and learn his wisdom.\u003cbr\u003e The author of the Book of Songs,\u003cbr\u003e Stefjamál, Lárus Sigurjónsson,\u003cbr\u003e was born on August 14, 1874,\u003cbr\u003e and therefore eighty. He is highly educated\u003cbr\u003e man, became a student\u003cbr\u003e 1903, candidate of theology\u003cbr\u003e 1906, attended Askov Secondary School 1906\u003cbr\u003e —1907, attended a course in ethics\u003cbr\u003e and rhetoric at the University of Chicago, studied pronunciation and\u003cbr\u003e vocal training at Orchard-school of music and Expression\u003cbr\u003e in Chicago and among others\u003cbr\u003e he worked and ran a singing school\u003cbr\u003e in Chicago at half past one\u003cbr\u003e decade.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The author of the Policy left\u003cbr\u003e young outside, as they say,\u003cbr\u003e and has spent most of\u003cbr\u003e his life far from his\u003cbr\u003e ancestral and half-lost\u003cbr\u003e us at home in Frón, because\u003cbr\u003e even though he has now been moved home\u003cbr\u003e and wish to receive a burial place where\u003cbr\u003e His cradle was.\u003cbr\u003e I have read the poetry book.\u003cbr\u003e Political issue. It's about her.\u003cbr\u003e It's a shame to say that she is\u003cbr\u003e not easy. The book is full of\u003cbr\u003e human wisdom, born under hardship\u003cbr\u003e and heavy burdens and\u003cbr\u003e endowed with a vigorous speech, but \u003cbr\u003eThis is accompanied by treatment.\u003cbr\u003e the best taste and application\u003cbr\u003e clever in the matter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lárus Sigurjónsson is a man of original words and thought,\u003cbr\u003e poetic at times, but\u003cbr\u003e above all a good photographer\u003cbr\u003e in his poems.\u003cbr\u003e I've been tired for a long time.\u003cbr\u003e me in the Icelandic homeland\u003cbr\u003e poetry by a poet\u003cbr\u003e which LS resembled, but it\u003cbr\u003e is difficult to find. However, I would like to point out\u003cbr\u003e that the distinction in poetry is\u003cbr\u003e with them, Lárus Sigurjónssýn\u003cbr\u003e and Gisli Brynjolfsson and\u003cbr\u003e is then far from equal. Would\u003cbr\u003e although it is very wrong to count LS\u003cbr\u003e Stealing GB, but it's no secret to anyone\u003cbr\u003e a wise man, who\u003cbr\u003e reads the poems of both, that they are\u003cbr\u003e mentally separated.\u003cbr\u003e The poetry book Stefjamál, is\u003cbr\u003e printed on the finest\u003cbr\u003e paper, has 190 pages\u003cbr\u003e Baptismal break and has inside\u003cbr\u003e hold 136 poems.\u003cbr\u003e I don't have that much control.\u003cbr\u003e paper space, that I can take here\u003cbr\u003e composed many poems from Stefjamála,\u003cbr\u003e which is then tempting, but\u003cbr\u003e in that regard I am very\u003cbr\u003e problem at hand, because the book is\u003cbr\u003e so even goodbye.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At random I want to take \u003cbr\u003ethe following, which is however far from\u003cbr\u003e therefore, to be a selection, but shall\u003cbr\u003e clearly stated that the book is\u003cbr\u003e even goodbye and nothing\u003cbr\u003e There is a poem in the book that is considered\u003cbr\u003e can clay roll, I take here\u003cbr\u003e the poem Summer Night on page 128,\u003cbr\u003e as follows:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Feels light on the cheeks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e sweet mountain breeze.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Flowers by the path smell sweet,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A jar of honey in a jar is growing. —\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Welcomes guests, dear foster land!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sun in the arms of the Sea\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e sleeps red as blood,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e under a birch tree\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e the song of the dozing bird. —\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mother Earth, you are the mother of all.\u003cbr\u003e good!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Under the hammer of a hammer\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I rest my soul. —\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Streams of waterfalls and falls\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e forward along the hillside. —\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The fatherland embraces the son\u003cbr\u003e time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Who can defeat sleep?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e on a summer night,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e when the pleasures\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e everything around is possible. get?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mother Earth, how beautiful you are.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It is peaceful in the mountains,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dear foster land.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Linda and Lækjai. Accent!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e attracts a tourist,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e elf and hidden inside the shrine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The grass is soft and green,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It's good here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That's where I choose to live.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e grow slowly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A sweaty blackbird bites dewy straw.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Under hill and dale\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hidden away stands a town,\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eBeautiful mountain space,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I care about your freedom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Over the gleam of the dew, the toes are covered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Here I forget sorrows,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This is my sanctuary.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No evil lurks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e is about your kingdom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In you the heart longs for its homeland.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It's good to be outside.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ode on a summer night,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e comes to mind a lot\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e picture, then everything is silent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That's why I have one at the meeting.\u003cbr\u003e yours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Together the calm streams flow,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Desires merge,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e a world of two hearts\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e dew and tears. —\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This soothes all my wounds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"Bókin.is","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51123769344328,"sku":"OSC-49377","price":2900.0,"currency_code":"ISK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0916\/4029\/9848\/files\/54871.jpg?v=1754766472","url":"https:\/\/www.bokin.is\/en\/products\/stefjamal-54871-49377","provider":"bokin.is","version":"1.0","type":"link"}