The Sun Hangs Low (book)
THE PIECES
THE SUN HANGS LOW
THE KEEP
FOUR HOURS
AURORA
FJALL
KIRKJUFELL
THE HORSE STANDS
UNTITLED
HORIZONTAL LINES
THE WATER STILL FLOWS
A COMPLICATED EXCHANGE
LOUNGE MOMENT
ANGRY HAIKU
AFJORDABILITY
ICELANDIC SLANG
ICELANDIC PROVERBS
GEOTHERMAL RYE
AN INVITATION
ARCTIC FOX
DINOSAURS
HELGAFELL
THOR’S BIG TOE
THE LEGEND OF THE MAGIC TROUSERS
48
RúNAKEFLI
TROLLS GLACIER
THE CLIFFS OF DYRHóLAEY
THE STEWARD
RAIN
IN MEMORIAM
THE SUN HANGS LOW
Nowhere on this Earth of five billion years,
can you find such a place that better endears.
For fluttering hearts and minds without fear,
the sun hangs low.
The world as you dream it and parts left unsold
lay before your eyes, emblazoned in gold.
The days dissipate and the land becomes cold.
The sun hangs low.
The morning dew shimmers and fog lingers longer.
Your shadow affirms that your will has grown stronger.
The raging Atlantic slings waves at Lóndrangar.
The sun hangs low.
An analog clock tries to loan minutes back.
The wind picks up speed and finds every crack.
The windows and doors warp and rattle their tracks.
All honor the sun hanging low.
Your notes simplify in Hemingway’s name.
The neurons excite and collide just the same.
You’re falling in love with more than the game.
The sun hangs low.
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