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I’m a winter girl. ❄️
What’s the winter for? To remember love. — Theodore Roethke
Vetrarhugur
Það hefur gránað
í fjöll,
og haustvindarnir
æða naprir
milli húsa.
Samt hlakka ég
til komandi vetrar.
Þegar áin streymir
milli skara,
og raddirnar
berast óravegu
í stillunum
milli
okkar tveggja,
í mánuðinum með járnnafnið. Þegar orðin eru einsog kalt stál
og það er málmbragð milli tanna.
— MAGNÚS SIGURÐSSON
- English translation
Winter Thoughts
The mountain
has turned grey,
and autumn winds
whip sharply
between buildings.
Yet I look forward
to the coming winter.
When rivers channel
through border ice
and voices carry
far away
in the stillness,
between
us,
in the months
with iron names
when words are
like cold steel,
and leave a metallic
taste between my teeth.
— MAGNÚS SIGURÐSSON
What’s the winter for? To remember love. — Theodore Roethke
Vetrarhugur
Það hefur gránað
í fjöll,
og haustvindarnir
æða naprir
milli húsa.
Samt hlakka ég
til komandi vetrar.
Þegar áin streymir
milli skara,
og raddirnar
berast óravegu
í stillunum
milli
okkar tveggja,
í mánuðinum með járnnafnið. Þegar orðin eru einsog kalt stál
og það er málmbragð milli tanna.
— MAGNÚS SIGURÐSSON
- English translation
Winter Thoughts
The mountain
has turned grey,
and autumn winds
whip sharply
between buildings.
Yet I look forward
to the coming winter.
When rivers channel
through border ice
and voices carry
far away
in the stillness,
between
us,
in the months
with iron names
when words are
like cold steel,
and leave a metallic
taste between my teeth.
— MAGNÚS SIGURÐSSON
@DarkHeaven Nice! Thank you for sharing. 💖