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This poem is taken from PN Review 241, Volume 44 Number 5, May - June 2018.

Eight Poems (trans. Vala Thorodds)

translated from the Icelandic by Vala Thorodds
Kristín Ómarsdóttir

waitress in fall

she wipes the blood from her face
(the sword)
rinses the apron in the cold cold water
(in the blue sink)
lays down the apron

the morning dew demands an answer
in order to dry

walks out


whether she murdered, was murdered
doesn’t matter


the autumn air is tender at foothills
clear as water in a truthpond

the morning dew rests
against the blue cheek


I dreamt I gave you a kitchen stove.

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