#761532 added October 12, 2012 at 6:29pm Restrictions: None
Once in Iceland [169.105]
Once in Iceland
Yellow eyes
follow the bleating sheep
at the edge
of the glacier-melt,
refreeze
in vacancy and darkness,
stooping and silent
among the small stones.
The tired ears
gather the glooms of the evening,
long waves of women-laughter,
breeze-carried;
in their silence between them
their tired voices
want to be stroked
to be woven and cast back
into the faint echo
of the moon's wind.
The tired hands
of the muddy man
hold the weathered crucifix
in the calm of dusk,
with a yellow eye
he caresses the black she-cat,
the mouldering root,
the road before him,
the flowering growth.
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