One More Chance To Love You

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Jonas Hallgrimsson on Iceland’s 10,000 Kroner bank note.                               Equal to about 100 U. S. Dollars

Hell

by Jonas Hallgrimsson

I find it all a foolish joke,
falling to hell’s abyss of smoke
to sit there, braised and baking,
among the howling fiends of fire,
so far from God’s sunshiny choir —
it sets my soul to quaking!

There squads of skate-winged demons lurk,
skirling through everlasting murk
where ruddy flames hold revel.
All is fire and ice by turns,
everything freezes or it burns,
the dead souls — and the Devil.

 

Quatrains

by Jonas Hallgrimsson

Ah, who mourns an Icelander,
all alone and dying?
Earth will clasp his corpse to her
and kiss it where it’s lying.

Such is my lot, my lonely doom.
Life would have brimmed with pleasure
had I known her better whom
I hunger for and treasure.

May your mornings all be gay!
May your nights bring gladness!
Here, this dark December day,
I dwell in exile sadness.

Look! the sun is circling north,
soon it will shine above you!
Would that I once more might set forth,
with one more chance to love you!