Haustlag Handa Lindu Poem by Peter S. Quinn
Haustlag Handa Lindu
kannski manstu ekkert af því
þú sem ætlaðir þér að muna
þau hljóð sem eyru þín námu
um haustlag, um vetur
grár kraginn sem nemur hér land
er daufur í þema síns draums
alltaf heyrast öll hljóð hærra í rigningu
sérstaklega þegar veður eru still og lygn
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Because of very many requests, I’ll put up here about 200 poems in Icelandic – not translated at this time, sorry...
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