He must have ridden away during the night, because one morning the hammer ceased to sound from the smithy. The ax lay in the woodchips. It started raining again. Ferocious winds drove the rain on, day and night. The lakes and rivers flooded their banks. The earthen walls and turf roofs of the bui...
It had been decided that she should go back over the moor to the farm at Gil where she had been staying before she came to live with the poet. They crossed the fjord on the ferry, and on the other side there was a horse waiting for her which had been sent across the moor. The poet had decided to ...
I have now said something about fish, but I have not said anything yet about the Bible. I cannot leave this subject without referring briefly to the price of the Bible in our house. My grandfather Björn of Brekkukot was no bookman. I never knew him to read anything other than the family Book of S...
The foals that trotted behind looked confident but a little pensive. Men and women went riding past on important business, the women on saddles but the young boys riding bareback in pairs on old hacks, as they do in Iceland when they are herding cows. The neighbours stepped up on to the veranda t...
After I composed the twenty-eighth poem, I said “Basta!” I threw that rubbish out like a man on the street who eats nuts and spits the shells here and there; like the Lord of the universe, who shakes suns like ten-aurar coins out of his heavenly jester’s sleeves, absentmindedly and nonchalantly, ...
The dog padded along beside him in blissful anticipation. It is lovely to be going home. And whenever she was a few yards ahead of her master, she would halt and look back at him with eyes full of an unwavering faith, then return to him on a big curve. Her reverence for her master was so great th...