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- Editorial
- ISLANDS OF THE NORTH
- Life in a Reykjavik Suburb
- Streaker Disrupts Iceland v. Albania
- Writing in Shetland
- Orkney's George Mackay Brown
- David Constantine of Scilly
- CHILDREN'S LITERATURE FROM SCANDINAVIA
- Josefine Ottesen
- Charlotte Blay
- Tove Jansson
- Children's Literature in Finland in the 1990s
- NEWS
- Contributions
Life in a Reykjavik Suburb
Sigmundur Ernir Runarsson
Sigmundur Ernir Roenarsson
Read poems by Sigmundur Ernir Runarsson here. Translations by Thorir Gudmundsson.
Mountain 13
Surrounded by mountains
I love my bit
of universe
field shrubs rocks
clouds rain sun
and a thought
halfway to the ocean
from here
they have given me
a fraction of the sky
plenty of weather.
Flight
And when the lilac darkness
which I slowly breathe
smells of ocean
I smile cautiously
Then it is time for the first bird to jump.
A small book
The lighthouse guard strolls onto the cliff's edge and calmly looks to the ocean, to the deep as if it has something to tell. From the sky above these are a pair of eyes in the rock and waves all around. Uncertain weather, uncertain time. And at this point it would be proper to say: 'Oh well'. Finally he trudges back as slowly as his footsteps permit. By a deep path. And hasn't many places to go. Inside, he writes an acount of the weather in a small book. All this sea in a few words.
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