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Keli Ottarsson
poet, Iceland
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Spring
Spring stumbles
from the south
of the mountain
over the top
with
the
newborn
summer
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in its arms.
It hurries down
the slope forgetting
the summer which
trips from its arms
like golden honey.
As usual, spring enters
our village empty-handed.
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Arts Dialogue, June 1996, Page 14, Illustration by Jacqueline Wassen, The Netherlands.
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