2 Responses

  1. Gerard
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    On a day of rest there is time for an Icelandic poem:

    Dalabóndinn í óþurrknum

    Hví svo þrúðgu þú
    þokuhlassi
    súldanorn
    um sveitir ekur?
    Þér man eg offra
    til árbóta
    kú og konu
    og kristindómi.

    The Farmer in Wet Weather

    Goddess of drizzle,
    driving your big
    cartloads of mist
    across my fields!
    Send me some sun
    and I’ll sacrifice
    my cow — my wife —
    my Christianity!

    Date:
    1826-8.
    Greetings from Gerard

  2. Anonymous
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    Hallo luitjes.

    Rust maar lekker uit.
    Groetjes uit Cornjum.