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CityPoem 73 - Reykjavik
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CityPoems in Reykjavik, about the soul of Reykjavik.

Reykjavik CityPoem, photo Nanna Lind
Photos: Nanna Lind

Reykjavik CityPoem: A Morning in June, Tómas Guðmundsson

A morning in June

Reykjavik CityPoem, photo Nanna LindA dripping silvery mist,
The rain gleefully falls
On busily growing flowers
Barely out of the ground

Rising out of the rain, a city
Gleaming, just out of the bath,
With parks and streets
Under the smirking sun.

And light rays glitter on the flat-calm sea
Like a glowing memory from winters past.
Who could better, I hardly know,
Oh Lord, than you, make a world like this.

 

About the author

Tómas Guðmundsson (1901-1983) was an Icelandic author. He was known as Reykjavík's poet (Reykjavíkurskáldið, skáld Reykjavíkur). Tómas's poems are mostly traditional and are mostly about Reykjavík.

 Text in Icelandic

Júnímorgunn

Reykjavik CityPoem, photo Nanna LindÚðinn drýpur og sindrar í silfurgljá
Í svona veðri finnst regninu gaman að detta
Á blómin, sem nú eru upptekin af að spretta
og eru fyrir skemmstu komin á stjá.

Og upp úr renginu rís hin unga borg,
rjóð og tær eins og nýstigin upp af baði
Og sólin brosir á sínu himneska hlaði
og horfir með velþóknun yfir stræti og torg.

Og léttir geislar glitra um lygnan fjörð
eins og glóbjört minning um tunglskinið frá í vetur.
Ó, engan ég þekki, sem gæti gert þetta betur
En guð, að búa til svona fallega jörð.

Reykjavik CityPoem, photo Nanna Lind 

Við Vatnsmýrina

Ástfanginn blær í grænum garði svæfir
grösin, sem hljóðlát biðu sólarlagsins.
En niðri í mýri litla lóan æfir
lögin sín undir konsert morgundagsins.

Og úti fyrir hvíla höf og grandar,
og hljóðar öldur smáum bárum rugga.
Sem barn í djúpum blundi jörðin andar,
og borgin sefur rótt við opna glugga.

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Og þögnin, þögnin hvíslar hálfum orðum –
Hugurinn minnist söngs, sem löngu er dáinn.
Ó, sál mín, sál mín! Svona komu forðum
sumurin öll, sem horfin eru í bláinn –

Ó blóm, sem deyið! Björtu vökunætur,
sem bráðum hverfið inn í vetrarskuggann!
Hvers er að bíða? Hægt ég rís á fætur,
og hljóður dreg ég tjöldin fyrir gluggann.

 


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