Peter S. Quinn


Harmafregn - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Mig dreymir hið djúpa myrkur,
dagsins renna upp;
og ljómi og ásýnd lífsins,
líða undir lok.

Mig dreymdi fölnuð blóðug blóm,
blómstra sínum dauðadóm;
og gjósttugur vindur gleðisnauðra,
grafa upp myndir úr ríki dauðra.

Mig dreymdi frosinn fölan vanga,
og fálm inn í myrkur, nóttin langa;
og dagsljós var ekki veröld í,
því vonin var brostin,
hið dimmrauða ský.

Hin gullnu laufblöð lífsins,
lágu á víð og dreif.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 11, 2011


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