Um verkið
Ljóðið Undir kvöldhimni í enskri þýðingu Bernards Scudders.
Under the Evening Sky
Now when the lights come to life
one after another
high up on the vault of heaven
paths appear to me
glittering trails
a walker on his way
under an ice-cold mountain
with his mind filled up
with half-made songs.
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