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Fiction

the stone collector’s song

Translated from Icelandic
Sulphur–pyrite–opal / and jasper–dear friends!

i remember the thirst and the darkness
i remember one-way streets
i remember closed alleys
and you

you pointed to a cellar door
there used to be a pub there
which we visited
a lot

here it is you said comfortingly
your stone collection
it isn’t
lost

in the shelves behind the bar
waits the iceland spar
all my
stones

brimstone – pyrite – opal
and jasper – dear friends!
none of you have i
forgotten

and up there on the ceiling hang
the obsidian sacks
heavy with
anxiety

*

g-a-l-l-s-t-o-n-e-s
you are the poem I sing
as I squat under house-walls
when the winter denies me shelter

© Sjón. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2011 by David McDuff. All rights reserved.

English

i remember the thirst and the darkness
i remember one-way streets
i remember closed alleys
and you

you pointed to a cellar door
there used to be a pub there
which we visited
a lot

here it is you said comfortingly
your stone collection
it isn’t
lost

in the shelves behind the bar
waits the iceland spar
all my
stones

brimstone – pyrite – opal
and jasper – dear friends!
none of you have i
forgotten

and up there on the ceiling hang
the obsidian sacks
heavy with
anxiety

*

g-a-l-l-s-t-o-n-e-s
you are the poem I sing
as I squat under house-walls
when the winter denies me shelter

© Sjón. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2011 by David McDuff. All rights reserved.

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