Sthephan G. Stephansson Poetry


On skates and skis we run,
light spirited mountain children,
hurl about snowdrifts on hills
and flying-slick ice of a lake
in July.

We lie in green grass,
drink fine weather in draughts
by the augury of leaves in our grove,
fledged rainclouds sail the air
in Thorri.

She will not, this young Alberta,
discipline her temper better,
not stiffen in dreary calm,
and ease the obstinate air
in July, in Thorri.

For her own amusement alone
she teases the four winds.
So she briskly braids together
her assorted seasonal threads
from July, from Thorri, from Thorri, from July.

Written in 1891

Translated by Kristjana Gunnars.

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