By Magnús Sigurðsson
Translated by Meg Matich
Nú glitrar
morgunsólin
í krónu
dagliljunnar.
Hún sem er
í senn
brunnur
sem fyllist
og bikar
sem tæmist
hvern nýjan dag.
*
The morning sun
glitters
on the crown
of a daylily.
A wellspring
that fills
and a cruet
that empties
each day.
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I have nothing exciting to report from my Wednesday -- scanned some skating photos, found an entire album of Paul's childhood photos and scanned those, took a walk, talked to some neighbors, watched The 100 (so many awesome women), the season premiere of Agents of SHIELD (really good!), the new What We Do in the Shadows (Guillermo!), plus the beginning of the fifth season of Arrested Development which we had forgotten was even a thing, but I am sulking because these were my photos from last year today and I wish I was there now:
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