Sorry, Alison! I couldn't help myself!
on 10/8/03 6:46 PM, Alison Croggon at [log in to unmask] wrote:
Stinnur vængur straukst við þig, snart hendur þínar
en án tilgangs - þetta var ekki kortið þitt.
Mottetti, Eugenio Montale
> A hard wing brushed past you, touching your hands
> but to no purpose - this was not your card.
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síminn er þögn > the telephone is a silence
rödd þín berst af sjálfsdáðum > your voice delivering itself
sem einvera > as a solitude
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ég er ólæs á hjarta mitt > I cannot read my heart
það er orðvana > it is a reticence
skömmu fyrir innrás > on the brink of invasion
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titra lauf á vori > the leaves of springtime shiver
undir málmkenndum himni > under a metal sky
sem víravængir strjúka > brushed by wings of wire
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tónlistarflækjur > tangled musics
sætari og ofsafengnari > sweeter and more fierce
en hendur ráða við > than hands can manage
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Tr. Árni Ibsen > Alison Croggon
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Árni
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