Sthephan G. Stephansson Poetry

A CHILDHOOD MEMORY

Still I recall you, peak,
with your pulsating brooks,
that beauty and majesty
merged in embrace.
Over land's evening beauty
long the view from the peak,
and higher than the stars
I have stood there.

Still I recall you, cairn,
on the wind-combed gravel,
you, my book-stack,
below the farm!
In your refuge I stole
many moments for reading,
which wide as heaven kindled
their autumn star's candles.

Written in 1872

Translated by Bernard Scudder.



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