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Urðargaldur. Poem by Þorsteinn frá Hamri. Drawings by Guðrún Svava Svavarsdóttir
From Urðargaldur.
For a while, everything was a blur before his eyes, he had forgotten most of it, his existence stood still, he huddled for days in the same huddle amidst laughter and laughter – until he left.
Wherever he went, there was nothing but slivers, over peat, or silt, or simply around a corner, where the Invisible One draws the perfectly straight blue thread.
No! Let us save for the day all the lofty frontiers. To go, to go this way himself, even with a feeble burden, brought him relief – a certainty, untouched by the promises and bustle of the world –
that despite a broken wing and despite the lack of so much that would otherwise have enabled him to behave like a bird, he was a bird – or if other examples are given: the creature he was, – and that alone.
From Urðargaldur.
For a while, everything was a blur before his eyes, he had forgotten most of it, his existence stood still, he huddled for days in the same huddle amidst laughter and laughter – until he left.
Wherever he went, there was nothing but slivers, over peat, or silt, or simply around a corner, where the Invisible One draws the perfectly straight blue thread.
No! Let us save for the day all the lofty frontiers. To go, to go this way himself, even with a feeble burden, brought him relief – a certainty, untouched by the promises and bustle of the world –
that despite a broken wing and despite the lack of so much that would otherwise have enabled him to behave like a bird, he was a bird – or if other examples are given: the creature he was, – and that alone.