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Gerdur Kristny [Iceland]

 


Defeat 

Winter again  
has the upper hand
 
The earth        
stands on end
 
The sun peeps  
just for a moment                     
above the horizon
 
The snowcrust                          
an eggshell
under my feet
 
 
Atlantis
 
Many’s                                                 
the time                                                                                    
that we dived down                                                                           
into darkened seas                                                                         
seeking out                                                                          
houses, streets,                                   
squares and taverns
 
a city                                                                            
on the bottom of the sea                                                                                                                                                          
The search it seemed                                                 
was to no avail
 
But now                                                                        
as the water rises                                                                        
it dawns on us                                                            
that we                                                                     
have been                                                                          
living there                                                                                      
 all the time                                                                              
 
Victory
 
The spruce trees point                                                                     
upwards like spears                                                                         
into the lake-blue sky
 
In silence the forest                                                           
musters its ranks of trees       
 
Yet he slips through                                                               
their clutches                                                               
the white bull reindeer                                                                       
making towards           
the sky-blue lake
 
           
Author’s Bionote:
 
*Gerður Kristný (b. 1970) is among the leading contemporary writers of Iceland. For the past two decades she has produced a vast oeuvre, ranging from journalistic works on various subjects to ten volumes of poetry, for which she is best known internationally. For her modern poetical rewriting of Norse myths, the poetic cycle “Bloodhoof”, she received the Icelandic Literature Awards and was nominated for the prestigious Nordic Council Awards. Together “Bloodhoof” and the poetry cycles “Drápa - A Reykjavík Murder Mystery“ and “Reykjavík Requiem“, published in 2014 and 2018, respectively, constitutes a trilogy of poems concerning gender-based violence. In 2022 Gerður Kristný was awarded the Order of the Falcon for her services to Icelandic literature and culture.
 
 

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