Gets your pencils out. You don't need to know Icelandic to play this game-- and if you do, email me and I'll send another in a language you don't speak.
Sound out the words and listen for the poem inside, and write your translation. I'll post poem and author info in a few days in the comments section. If you're playing catch up, don't peek til your poem is done.
Fjord on, brave poets-- hope you made someone smile Monday and took some time to go to that nicest place.
Jana
nótt sítrónunnar
glitrandi
mistur af hafi
götuljósin stækkuðu
eitt ljósker skein í hverjum dropa
á gleraugunum mínum
við sátum úti á svölum
og skárum sítrónur
köstuðum sneiðunum fram af
svo þær þöktu götuna
glitrandi
augu og augu
í nóttinni
(sítrónunnar)
5 comments:
Glitter, and I
missed her. Have, Have I
got you, little Josephine? Stuck on you.
Ain't it, little Josie, scary if I have our jaws dropping?
Ah, clear out, go on, minus me
via satiety. Ah, is over, love, you and me
Oh, go, scary me. Shit, are you on our
case? Do you come sneezing on me from having
some vodka poured, poked too? Go to, you and
the glitteratti
aw, you go, you go and gaga
I got nothing, anyway.
(Sitting on a winner.)
Gliteratzi
mister half and half
got your gin, steak oh
eat the skin
have rum drops
and clear your cranium
with a minimum
go to saturn via citron slalom
don't be scared
and never turn your nose up
at svoboda beer,
bok choy
and the c'mon, c'mon
I, nutella
Heartbreak
Open your heart
Breaking waves
washing over in single drops
What feels huge
is Nothing
sit in, sit in
the roaring fire
Don't try to save yourself from
Heartbreak
Open your heart
to Nothing
Night Stargazers
glistening
distant by half
the cosmos' messengers
are barely met and quickly changed
with the slightest eyeblinking
from stars thence into tears
that blur our gaze
confusing constellations which by
one hopes to guide the journey
glistening
eye to eye
in the twilight
stargazers...
not fucking greenland
we're the shiny people
not like you mister
jonesin' some steakhouse waitress
frosty mug and broken dreams
reluctant minimum tip
i saw the best minds of my generation
scatter us together with greenland
that icecrusted, sunless island of
pot-bellied beer drinkers
we're the shiny people
treading water
into nothingness
(fucking greenland)
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