Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | July 17, 2009


by Jónas Hallgrímsson (1807 – 1845).

Home (1845)

I journeyed forth
from the frozen north,
bringing vows with me
on the misty sea.
I have found pleasure                            5
in full measure
but hope to rest
on my Hulda’s breast.

There dwells my brother,
my blessèd mother,                              10
my sisters, my friends,
in the flower-starred glens
between mountains and sea —
how familiar to me! —
where my life’s blind spark                    15
once sprang from the dark.

I pray I may rest
where the priests and the best
of farmers have trod,
with faith in God                                   20
and themselves strong as stone —
as strong as my own! —
and where life flows bright
amid bounties of light.

(transl. by Dick Ringler)


Hulda:  Iceland


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