Iceland

Iceland

Blacksmith beetle,

you crawl
between garden rows
in newly up sprung
flowers:

I can’t bear
seven years’
of your misfortune.

Neither can you bear
the burden
of my rubber soles.

Ice2

Watershed

A flood of thoughts
has washed me
ashore.

Out of earshot.

Beneath a new
sky.

And now I plant

in an untouched
field.

I3

Daylilies

The morning sun
glitters

on the crown
of a daylily.

A wellspring
that fills

and a cruet
that empties

each day.

ice4

Poems by Magnús Sigurðsson
Translated from the Icelandic by Meg Matich

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