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Thór Stefánsson, Island

Thór Stefánsson, born in Reykjavík in 1949, has published nine original poetry books since 1989. He has also translated five books by the French-speaking poet Guillevic into Icelandic, as well as anthologies of French-speaking poets from Québec, Belgium and Africa. In 2004 his anthology of Icelandic poetry of today was published in French in Québec and in France, 25 poètes islandais d’aujourd’hui (Écrits des Forges, Temps des Cerises).  Thór studied general linguistics in Paris and he has tought French and Icelandic in Iceland and in France and he is now teaching French by the internet from a grammar-school in Reykjavik. Thór has edited French/Icelandic dictionnaries and he is the author of a French grammar for Icelandic students.

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Does satisfaction ever equal a good expectation?

         If we are talking about his poetry - YES. But, within his poetry there are a lot of regrets, expectation, hopes and only one...love. He is just a reflection of a man who is seeking for love and hopes. And mixture of that, indeed. Knowing that - it has to be better. It has to be love. Somewhere! He seeks for that. Without a break:

And the deepest darkness

I prefer

for the light

it conceals.

                                                                                    
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In Your Light

 

I

 

1

 

Poetry

is the most interesting of all.

 

You innovate it.

 

So be it.



2

 

I don‘t even demand

that you understand my words,

 

I only want you to perceive

the sound of my tongue

and that you appreciate to hear

how it is propelled

by the winds of the seasons

from ear to ear.

 

Thus we become

a part of something higher

and meet

on the wavelength of the poem

in the light of men.

 


3

 

We make light

respond to sound,

 

colour describe a thought.

and a tone reveal a thougt.

 

Then we make room

rhyme with rhyme.



4

 

When feeling

disappears

from the chest/heart

 

the poet looks for it

in the words.

 

there is at least

its shadow to be found

for its vision.

 

5

 

The tongue

loves

its earth,

language.

 

We applaud

when the words

reach our ears.

 

Our mind illuminates

and warms up

 

our heart.

 

 

6

 

If the poet‘s bad temper fills the hearts

with a heavy burden

and his genius of words gives us

sorrow and anguish,

 

what is the value of poetry

against the sun ?

 

The poem is then

a thin layer of clouds

and opens

before long.




7

 

Do not speak badly of the poet.

 

He does his duty

to the words.

 

And even if his reason

often seems far-fetched

and his eloquence

does not always seem

worth much,

 

he still provides

his part

in building

the cloud-castle of the spirit.

 

 
8

 

A new year.

 

Still another year filled

with new resolutions.

 

Will they be unexpected

or the same as before ?

 

Inspired

or composed on command?

 


9

 

We shall write

our victory

with sun pillars/letters

on the perpendicular walls of the houses.

 

They are white

and jubilant

and their hight corresponds

to our human minds.




10

 

What is the sound of

the gospel

 

when the words dance?

II

 

1

 

Are you young or old?

 

I don‘t know where you are.

 

But my words follow you

all your life

wherever you go.

 

We are always together.

 

 

 

2

 

What is the use of being separated?

 

The mind does not separate.

 

It is always grown

into one piece.

 

And the heart is longing.

 

 

 

3

 

We are young even if we grow older.

 

Time stands still.

 

And who knows about age

concerning you?

 

 

 

4

 

Just let time go by.

 

It does not matter

in the accounts og sentiment.
5

 

In your eyes light is awake.

 

There everything is moving at a flying pace

and different feelings are competing all the time.

 

Light only fades

if lust draws a veil.

 

 

 

6

 

In your arms I count

the hours until jugement day.

 

It is always the eleventh

and it is important to make it last.

 

It is large and high

without an end

and possesses itself.

 

 

 

7

 

I follow you wherever you go.

 

Enjoy every moment.

 

It is warm before your eyes

all year round.

 

The ice I bear with me

melts like butter in the sun

 

and my nationality becomes

solely humanity on earth.

 

 

 

8

 

What are we to venerate

if not the atmosphere between us?

 

I feel you draw it to you

like me light

on your waves.

 

It gives us fair wind

when I go away.

 

 

 

9

 

Sea and lands

are vain beside your voice.

 

Its sound regulates

whether I sleep or am awake.

 

I would be extremely poor

without it

 

if not for the light

in your eyes

and the touch of your hands.

 

I am the richest of all.

 

 

 

10

 

There is feast in the palace

which rises with a high tower

 

against the sun in the mind

during the night.

 

There are many rooms,

inmost is the atrium of the heart

 

where joy and sorrrow have their roots

and jubilation constantly competes

with desire never fulfilled.




11


 

How can it be

that my abundance

never fills my heart?

 

Its satiety is always followed by hunger

and each moment of happiness is mingled with sorrow.

 

But wherever I go

to look for what I lack

you follow me every step.

 

 

12

 

My joy and delight

I bequeath you as

you always live in them.

 

You cannot help it.

I alone decide where you dwell.

 

It is of no use for you

to detach yourself

while you controle my thoughts.

 

 

13

 

Our game is sweet

and our desires are of the same kind.

 

There is neither check nor mate

and no debts are payed.

 

But our thirst will never be extinguished

even if it will be slaked.

 

 

14

 

We never give up.

 

Each victory is won

with our eyes set on new battles.

 

We have still not seen and heard everything.

 

Our curiosity is awakened

and we go optimistic

to visit new feelings.

 

15

 

My grass widows stand

in the porous earth of memories.

 

There everything is as I want it to be.

 

Why should I grieve myself with

any other sound

than the most beautiful of all?

 

 

16

 

In our piece of music, there is

the highest laughter

and the deepest sorrow.

 

Each one describes the other,

the bright sound of vivacity

and the dark song of grief.

 

Neither one thrives without the other

as they are two sides

of the same coin.




17

 

One does not exist

without another.

 

I have no heartbeat

without you.

 

My blood runs

in your veines,

 

my joy plays

in your smile

 

and my sorrows visit you

when you cry.

 

 

18

 

Farther inside your chest

than you imagine,

 

that‘s where I prepare my bed

and wait.

 

I don‘t want to miss

anything.

 

 

19

 

What would you say

if you read my thoughts?

 

There everything is learnt from the same book.

 

You would be embarrassed and say

that you didn‘t deserve it.

 

But we deserve it.

 

Let‘s hold hands

and lift up the voice

of our happiness

 

by the touch of our words.




20

 

I draw you to me,

 

fill your chest with praise

that you find heavy to bear.

 

My words crush

your back and shoulders

 

and you get a cramp in your toes

whatever I say.

 

Silent

you read my love

in your own words.

 


21

 

Look, here I come.

 

I shall never tire

of the light in your eyes.

 

You light with them the fire

that burns unextinguishable

 

in my mind.

 


22

 

Every night

you cast light on me.

 

It is unnecessary to make little of it.

 

It lights up my life,

in it I see the world.

 

 
23

 

Might we explode

if we go further?

 

Might the days burn to ashes

if we touch the aurora

with our bare hands?

 

Might we catch fire ourselves

if we whisper words of love

in each other‘s ear?

 

Might we be able to stand still

wherever we go

and fly the way of all ways

without moving from our steps?

 


24

 

There exists no deceit

in your double-edged words.

 

I understand them as I wish

in my one-sided understanding.

 

 
25

 

It is high time

to fly up

and meet in the seventh heaven.

 

That‘s where we go highest

in the world of bliss

and it is hard to count down.

 

We don‘t dwell long

on the plain of the earth

but soon wind up to new heavens.

 

                                                             

26

 

It is not of much use to accept

reality as it is.

 

Let me rather ask for

one piece of a day-dream.

 

There I want to remember each moment

as if it had never happened before

 

but that it breathes constantly new words

and intoxicates my sober mind.

 

 
27

 

I shall always continue

rhythmic in your stream,

 

never give in for

the need to rest

 

but let the stream carry me

until itself

advices me the calm of a deep spot.


 

28

 

Always new

are the hours of every day

repeated constantly.

 

Long ago green again are

the paths of my feet

surprised by every step.

 

My luck is awakened

in your thoughts

which rise and fall.

 

 

29

 

My mind stays long

by your breast.

 

There is not much luggage

on his trips.

 

It needs neither a phone,

a fax nor a computer.

 

It seeks lika a tamed

horse home to you.

 


30

 

In your arms I am

a little blond prince

with stars in his eyes

 

even if I start

to become stout and gray

with dark shadows under my eyes.

III

 

1

 

Your steps are taken forth

to the edge of the abyss.

 

There is no return

except by the way you came,

 

above you the sky and

under you the impassable precipice.

 

Here you sit down,

rest

 

and wait for

wings to grow on you.

 


2

 

Your shield is broad,

the sword is long

and strong arms

master heavy tools.

 

If you knew how to distinguish

right from wrong

and to make use, for the good of all,

of the right tricks

 

no child on earth

would be hungry,

lame persons would throw

away their crutches.

 


3

 

Fire does not light

up the darkness.

 

It needs it

to stand out.




4

 

In the prison of habit

responsibility and duty

are thick walls.

 

But there is always

somewhere a crack

where light breaks

into a dark cell.

 

And the light,

that you fear,

keeps you alive.

 


5

 

You may wish

to break down the walls of routine

and throw away

the drags and the burden

of generations

 

but do you dare

to see the sun

when the cloud-castles

of the principles

fall over you?

 


6

 

Time stays in place

even if the sitting-room clock goes.

 

There is always an eternal now

even if you often want

to take another belief.

 

 
7

 

Nature is generous.

 

The hand of man competes with God.

 

And the mind directs

our slow body

towards the sky on spread wings.

 

 
8

 

Even if the day starts to slant

and its darkness becomes heavier

as evening comes,

 

there are always new suns

in prospect

as the night passes.

 

And the deepest darkness

I prefer

for the light

it conceals.

 

 
9

 

My anticipation

is ready

for any illusion offered.

 

I bid it welcome,

knowing it brings

peace in strained nerves.

 

Somewhere

truth must hide

under fair skin.

 

 
10

 

Chance decides

nothing about our trip

between worlds.

 

Everything is thougt out

to the smallest details

since we set out.

 

And when we reach

destination

it is an illusion.

 IV

 


1

 

There is nothing to regret.

 

Our separation awakes

promises of reuniting.

 

Without your presence

I’m content with desire.

 

Does satisfaction ever

equal a good expectation?

 

2

 

Our meetings always give pleasure.

 

And yet sometimes

we are together for years

 

without noticing it.

 

The multiplicity of life

is too much for one mind,

 

the moments need peace

to be lit

in our eyes

 

for fires to flame

in our soul.

 

3

 

My heart beats

skysteep

in my chest.

 

Your sun is

constantly

at its peak

through mid-winter days

 

lighting the night-falls

above us.



4

 

And love

in all this wreck?

 

I write our names

on a piece of paper

 

and sneak it

to you

 

with pierced heart.

 

 

5

 

Love doesn’t

tarnish.

 

It streams ahead

with menace,

 

digs a deep bed,

leaps in a high waterfall.

 

Who would keep on swimming

in still waters?

 


6

 

In your light I set eyes

on the colours of my love

though never possessing

all that’s wonderful there.

 

Your name alone will do

for the feeding of my ear.

Its music is purer

than all the drums I hear.

 

Your aura is of

wonderful warmth.

But how can I achieve

a part in your karma?

 

 
7

 

Souls touch

and the body is forgotten

because it is.

 

Anguish oscillates

between the stars

and flushes in the firmament.

 

Beauty appears

in your eyes.

That’s where I live.



8

 

In this sunny summer

fidelity has

bright wings

and under them both wind.

 

And we fly

with joyous hearts

 

in separate directions.

 

9

 

God is three in one.

 

Love is two in one.

 

Man is one.

 

10

 

Love

teaches us

to live.

 

Life

teahes us

to love.

 

 

Illustrations: Sigurður Thórir

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