Sthephan G. Stephansson Poetry

ICELANDIC FOG

Foul and dull you dismiss
the fog of our fatherland –
don't you realize it is
the creator changing his mind?
Like you, he wants the weather
to bear a fitting name,
yet he demurs at either
the sunshine or the rain.

Written in 1902

Translated by Bernard Scudder.



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