Poems about lakes # 78790

Poems about lakes by Matthías Jóhannessen. Illustrated by Áslaug Sverrisdóttir.



Hafralón River



Everything here is blooming with berries.

where the rock is bare and bare.

I looked down into the river.

and nothing more beautiful than her



wanted to lure me to him and take me

my ready-made soul on a stick.



I didn't let her lead me.

my life into a hammer to itself

but shook it off me and looked

over the white-blue Þistilfjörður



where the clear blue sky bounces

sunbathing on the sea.



Then we continued along the river.

and all the way up to Stapi and Thrael.

And everything there is covered in cables

and there are cracked ravines.



Who wouldn't give their life?

for salmon from this hole?



But the evening was bright and quiet

A breeze passed through the heather and peat,

yet not a hair on my head moved

and the sea breeze died down on land.



I saw how the water was.

his winged ostrich up into the sand.



There is a rainbow in the world

who is friendlier than mine

and no one threatens their peace

except a worm, a fly and a stick –



but eternity is still nowhere

infinitely long.