Evening

Quiet and sad
the evening
closes around the little houses
in the sleepy town,
the sweet smell of seaweed
attracts the small
romantic birds
that chirp in the gutters.
The dusk descends
like soft material,
the town wall open
to dreams
allow them
to smuggle into men's souls
and rock them
into blackest night.

 

Einleikur á regnboga/Um aftan.
Þýðing: Martin Regal.
Photo: Inga Lísa Middleton.