from Cold Moons
Magnús Sigurðsson
Imaginary Land
The leaves, now
claret
like plums.
And the sky,
palatial pink.
Outerworld,
I drink you.
I channel you
like a river.
Over the barren fields
of the imaginary land.
Honey
Ursin's Astronomy: Appendix
Imagine
the earth
immersed
in honey.
Its rotation
trailing
honey strands.
Likewise
with time
and space,
in Einstein's
universe.
Forestry
I know
Japanese bonsai trees
sprout
from the poisonous seeds
of other trees.
That their roots
spread,
forming healthy
forests.
The frayed
root systems
of my thoughts,
the offspring
of fertile
and sound
ideas.
—Tangled roots,
thoughts,
experiences: these don't
remain altogether
healthy
in the forest.
The leaves, now
claret
like plums.
And the sky,
palatial pink.
Outerworld,
I drink you.
I channel you
like a river.
Over the barren fields
of the imaginary land.
Honey
Ursin's Astronomy: Appendix
Imagine
the earth
immersed
in honey.
Its rotation
trailing
honey strands.
Likewise
with time
and space,
in Einstein's
universe.
Forestry
I know
Japanese bonsai trees
sprout
from the poisonous seeds
of other trees.
That their roots
spread,
forming healthy
forests.
The frayed
root systems
of my thoughts,
the offspring
of fertile
and sound
ideas.
—Tangled roots,
thoughts,
experiences: these don't
remain altogether
healthy
in the forest.
translated from the Icelandic by Meg Matich