#1985 - Hellisgerði

 

1985

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8.vi.25

Hellisgerði

towards midsummer in the faery park at Hafnarfjörður

 

we’ve these all sorts of questions

 

so much like ruins these grottoes, crags

a path winds where

nor will return

 

one must imagine what was before

what remains of the beginnings among us

 

they hold with the old ways

their sagas, the tunes of mountains now gone

 

like cartoon rainshapes, allegorical in whisker

or a sneeze betrays

 

will they reveal?

they change as with weather

 

when we suppose child missing

towards the time when all beasts speak

one must not listen though

 

take nothing from them

they’ll take your wits

 

there’s finger of an accusation

 

these are the undecided

have you seen them at gallop?

that’s to get past Christmas

 

they are moving house

this is their way

 

from pure time was

it’s they decide

 

to market!  a party if we’re out

lounge, sprawl

 

garden’s a room for every day

 

in the tree’s reaches a puzzle of light

the eye to this occasion

to creature if dare

 

there are birds of this too

they have their own economy

dream true

 

it’s the great heights working them

 

though we are blind

make our own way round seasons

 

are we not come into their land?

 

the least now later vivid

 

      respect!

they may well be with us

 

though there’s no dark here this night

let candles light their way