by Gerður Kristný

Sigur
Victory

The pines pierce
like spears
the water blue sky 

Silently, the forest
fortifies its defenses

Yet
the white reindeer
slips through
on its way
to sky blue lake

Translated by Meg Matich.

by Gerður Kristný

Reykjavík
Reykjavík

Heavy snow
on the branches
arches them
toward the pavement

a creature that bends
its many heads
down to the watering hole

When the snow
melts
it twists
its long neck
toward the sky

peers into the night
out of blind eyes
listening for predators

Translated by Meg Matich.

by Ingunn Snædal

í berjamó
berry picking

flies, clearly at home here
not me

Translated by Meg Matich.

by Ingunn Snædal

samskipti
contact

strange
when you try
to speak to some people,
they aren’t really people
but walls

Translated by Meg Matich.