Wednesday, 19 October 2011

gerður kristný


By day there’s not a peep
from Anne who lives
in widowhood overhead
– except when she dozes off
over her diary
drops it on the floor

Otherwise not a peep

It’s another matter at night
then there’s all hell of a hubbub
Anne’s friends pound up the stairs
hollering their hellos
and crack open a feast
Some with a bottle of buttermilk
others nursing eggs

Towards dawn the neighbours are fed up
of fiddles and folksongs
The guests depart in haste
melting into the walls

When the police force the door
Anne sits at the kitchen table

trans by victoria cribb


Dominic Rivron said...

Hi! 19th November is a Saturday.

Is that fri 18 or sat 19?

I've pencilled the calendar around then anyway. On Friday I work until 6pm, unfortunately.

swiss said...

that's fri 18th. i think the plan is to be in the sculpture park that day. too much to do and too little time!

Dominic Rivron said...

Sculpture park? The one near Wakefield? Quite a lot of whizzing about there.

Another tourist attraction near Ilkley - the Cow and Calf rocks. Just up the road from the town, on the edge of the moor that features in the song.

Anyway, let me know what your doing nearer the time.

swiss said...

that's the one - it'll be an early start that day!