Agriculture

The page is a white

field.

 

Words

black seeds

 

I sow. 

 

Magnús Sigurðsson

 

Akuryrkja

Örkin er hvítur

akur.

Orðin

fræin svörtu

sem í hann

er sáð.

 

Magnús Sigurðsson

Blacksmith beetle

Blacksmith beetle,

you crawl
between garden rows
in newly upsprung
flowers:

I can’t bear
seven years’
of your misfortune.

Neither can you bear
the burden
of rubber soles.

 

Magnús Sigurðsson

transl. by Meg Matich