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Jóhannes Kjarval said:
It´s such a difficulty to be a human being
It has always been a struggle for me.
We have many things to look out for, nature plays with
human nature and if we aren´t aware of natures
play there will be no art left.
And we should mind the stones. We
shouldn´t always let them lie in
our shadows, sometimes we should
pet them and listen to them and hear what
they think
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The woman with the grey cap
A young woman
sits at the back
of the bus
I think
she is talking to herself
and she smiles
I want to sit next to her
and smile with her
While the bus
travels through
darkness
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The old house
Once I gave
an art exhibition
called the surrounding trees
Then I lived in an old
timber house
on the top floor
the house is built in many parts
at various times
As I went to sleep
I could feel it
How the trees around the house
wrapped themselves around it
in a warm embrace
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Young woman
I sit in a blue seat
in a yellow bus
A man in a hoodie
sits next to me.
The blond woman
in mint-green coat
A young woman
Just now I was reading
a text I wrote
late last year
Over you glided soft and warm
warm nature
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The lake
I am bursting.
The search for rest.
On the other side of the lake
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The lady with the bag
The lady walks with a bag signed 38steps.
A dog follows.
With coins in the pocket.
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Morning
Popped out of a house.
To look at the birds.
While the flies were sleeping.
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Bankastræti
I walked slowly
up Bankastræti street.
On the way
I met a young man.
He jumps or
glides across the street
He has glasses
he is thin
not so tall
I want to hug him
And tell him.
That everything will be fine.
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Skólavörðuholt
The old, big lion.
Screamed in my heart
and leaped
Ran across
Skólavörðuholt
with tears in my eyes.
Upon the hill
it calmed down.
And walked slowly
home
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Feel like it
I don´t feel like going on a diet
I´d rather lay down
with the cat.
And occasionally
grab the knitting needles
if I feel like it
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My life
I want to write a poem about my life
I passed the road
and saw two ships on land.
Before I left
and the bird
appeared by the road
I lay down
and looked at him
you smell like a lily
he says
so it resonates in distance
over mountains and through tunnels
with few houses
and few human beings looking at each other.
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Self-portrait
I am happy
like a little bird
which eats the breadcrumb
and sings
jumps on one foot
and flaps the wings.
Small and fragile.
Before you leave.
You touch me.
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Moon
I sit and knit
the sweater
for the smiling woman
who talks to cats.
The moon
pulls the yarn
with the sound of falling rain
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Garden
I walk into the garden.
Alongside the wall
fully grown trees
sway their branches
in the garden.
I walk further into the garden.
Into the flower beds and onto a little path.
In the flower bed lie a few
sculptures I left
broken and dirty.
I don´t dare to touch them,
I just glance at them.
I will pick them up this summer
quietly.
And I will set them up
in a beautiful space
in brightness.
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Another thing on my mind
At midnight I thought
someone was breaking in
to my house.
I call out.
Look out the window
open the front door.
Big black furry cat
jumped out walked over the porch.
I call out to him in my mind
have you seen
Svarti Pétur
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Good morning
I bite
a juicy and sweet yellow apple
The half-blind man
a good friend of mine.
We talk about beautiful colours
in life
He asks,
Have you yet painted
the blue painting!
My paintings are just in
all colors
The colors came to me
I say.
Dreams about colours.
We walk together hand in hand
wild
through the corridors of the building
the elevator creaks
as we travel between floors
A light smile
comes over me
as the half-blind man
pushes the button of the elevator
And the elevator shakes.
The windows of the building are covered.
Possible to walk outside
to a small yard
Over there brightness crawls over the fence.
And the birds pay a visit.
The leftovers from the yellow apple on the table
My journey
into
the pale-blue world
of my daughter.
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Holy robot
I cut down
four onions
for the soup
with tomatoes
it is just around three
daytime
The brain jumps up
Where is Birna
Can she sense the smell
of the soup
After a difficult journey
Few paintings lay
on the coffee table
Brushes and colours laying
I wonder if there is room
for Birna
Always enough
space in the small house
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Anxiety
Here is a banana
about a banana
from a banana
to a banana
Ate three bananas
still having a panic attack
Better listen to some music
and then attend a group meeting
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The loner
The loner walks
walks
head down
occasionally straightens
his back.
Looks over the town
Tourists flowing
up and down the street
The eyes glide over
Christmas lights
song resounds in the distance
from old buildings
The loner droops his head
thinks about the present
the silence
to his mind comes
a story about a woman in a book
by Isabelle Allende
The woman in the book
is a loner
The tables move
the energy
moves through the room
Fear and innocence
describes the person
the smell is plain
The loner
lives in the silence
and the heartbeat
The city sings
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Happy New Year
The birds sing
for us
in the new year
Newly awakened
beautiful children
are playing
The journey
continues
on the untraveled road
The children
walk along
a house and a path
Joy remains
over home
valleys and gardens
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Heart
Special this life
so beautiful
many
many
things go through the mind
Little children
being born each day
days pass
grow and thrive.
The rhythm of the heart differs
and gets slower as the days pass by.
Song resounds
through
through
many things pass
through the mind
the heart beats in the same rhythm
The ocean breathes
yes
yes
I say in my heart.
The island shines blueness
in the distance
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Maria
I walked east
walked straight to the east.
Ended by a bench
three role models sat there
Virgin Mary, Maria Magdalena and
Martha Maria.
I looked aside
looked over the cliff
the ocean and the tree
I found
a hole in the house
a little hole with
a red and blue veil
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Morning journey
I cycled down
Skólavörðustígur
and down Bankastræti.
I could feel the saddle
aimed with me
Could feel how the darkness
and the sweet rain
stroke my cheek.
I was relieved
I was wearing
a black coat.
Covering my head and shoulders.
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Journey
Then we went,
then we went over the heath,
then we went over to Spain.
So said the man.
Where will we go next
maybe across the street
where the kitty creeps along
houses.
One of the houses by the street
is read.
The kitty visits houses
wild around the houses of the town.
The boat sails
on the rivers
between countries.
The journey had a red color
sometimes blue or yellow.
Come to me when the flowers bloom
said the lady with the veil,
the one sometimes meet.
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The woman in the cellar
The woman broke out of the cellar.
A house on the corner where icicles freeze in the wintertime
Before breaking out she threw things out on the pavement.
Some paper
and cat stuff.
The next day I saw her sitting alone in a small car
she had filled the car with things.
I was glad to see the woman broke free.
I wanted to celebrate with her
but I am shy
But gave her beautiful thoughts
Sometimes heroes are born from
from cellars.
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Feeling
The door
the door
closes.
Don´t know how
but it closes.
It can be heard in the wind
and I can feel the ocean
feel it
the ocean
down there.
The cliff rises
up.
The door closes slowly
I can feel it.
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The kitty cabin
The heat in the heart
and butterflies in the stomach
glide over.
Walk between rooms
I hide under the duvet.
A prophecy
about bright forecast
glides over the lakes.
But I am stuck in a few steps
in the living room and in little
bedrooms.
And in a garden hut
which I call kitty cabin.
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Bedtime story
Good evening. Last night I dreamt that goodness overcame evil, it was a black huge cloud which grew bigger and bigger until goodness swam in the river with the children. And got away from the evil spirits and made its way under the clouds so the sun could shine. And evil turned into a little black drop. But evil didn´t vanish altogether but disappeared into the blue. And nobody knew where evil stayed. Except for goodness which glittered in ocean and heaven. I wanted to tell this story
before I went to sleep and when another story
goodness came with the children and they managed to send evil away. They had to go a long way through a big building
And pass by various things through tunnels and down by the river through the dark.
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Memory
Sometimes I want to tell the truth
sometimes the truth is hard to hear
I am not sure whether it is right.
But they say everybody terrorizes
in one way or the other.
I often find silence
oppressive and so difficult
that I want to scream
but silence rules.
In the meanwhile, the chair moves in the kitchen
moves and the refrigerator door
opens occasionally
and the fridge sighs.
In the meanwhile, the girl lies down
and stares into the darkness
and dreams about a beautiful woman
who live on the other side of the valley.
The girl falls asleep
in the pink room in her small bed
and hopes to feel the song
over the valley.
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The children
I don´t dare to say.
But I suspect
great craftiness
for certain human beings
in the society.
But it is best to think
about something good.
Where the innocent child
cries out
give love
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The blue haired girl
I had a dream. That a dear friend of mine
had colored her hair blue.
I stroke her hair gently.
And told her she was beautiful.
This was a warm and beautiful moment.
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Few poems
Children play
flowers wait
The cat cuddles in my lap
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Beautiful when
trees are in hibernation
black in the white lava field
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We walked together
over the bridge
Yellow withered grass covers the valley
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I cover myself with a blanket
it is flowered
I can feel the soft softness
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Ocean ocean there power lies
seaweed grows there red and green
a pearl is growing inside of me
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The ice cube
stores the moist
the flowers sleep
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The blueness of
Westfjords
shines over ocean and sky.
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The distance between you and me
is a yellow, yellow withered grass
which covers the valley
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The woman
is like a pink-red seaweed
sweet and soft
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Will I come to a conclusion
if I breathe white bubbles over the ocean
into the small house by the fjord.
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The softness under the blanket
where the cat lies down
it is very good
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I wasn´t thinking about seaweed
I was thinking about softness
the movement with the flowers.