By Tóroddur Poulsen.
You
you’ll be
put
in a diaper
and
tended
by rubber gloves
and stare
at a blank
television screen
all day long
because it’s so nice
remembering
how riveting
the snappish
shut-up
sound
of the black
electric meter
was when
it was first
installed
out in the hallway
Tú
tú verður
lagdur
à blæu
og
røktaður
av gummihandskum
starir
allan dagin
at sløkta
sjónvarpinum
tà tað er so fÃnt
minnist
hvussu bergtikin
tú vart
av nýggja
svarta
ravmagnsteljaranum
úti à gongini
við sÃnum
snurruta
innikleimda
ljóði
Almost
almost
wrote
the word
that lies
but can’t
stand
because
it died
in the
washing
machine
Mundi
mundi
skrivað
tað orðið
sum ikki
kann
standa
men
liggja
tà tað
doyði
Ã
vaskimaskinuni
Mouth
a mouth
full
of toothless rage
got stuffed
with crumbled
letters
it spewed
all over the churchyard
the following day
during a downpour of faith
and though the blessed sun came out
midges filled you
with fresh doubts
then before you know it
it’s thundering again
and lightning says
life’s as short
as this
Munnurin
ein munnur
fullur av
tannleysari øði
fyltist
við morlaðum
bókstavum
sum dagin eftir
blivu spýttir út
yvir allan kirkjugarðin
har trúgvin oysti niður
og so kom tann sæla sólin
men mýggjabitarnir
fingu teg aftur at ivast
áðrenn tú veitst av
gongur toran aftur
og snarljósið sigur
at so stutt sum tað
er lÃvið
Red-Hot Day
a red-hot day
under slanting walls
where book dust
phlegm and words
rally to the beat
of a heart
that wants out
to go sledding
and then pound
inside the snowman
it built
to that end
Glóðheitur Dagur
glóðheitur dagur
undir skrávegginum
har bókastøvið
slÃmið og orðini
fylkjast à takt
við hjartað
sum vil út
at skreiða
og sÃðani duka
inni à kavamanninum
tað evnaði til tað sama
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tóroddur Poulsen (1957) is a pioneering Faroese writer, graphic artist and musician. He grew up in Tórshavn, the capital city of the Faroe Islands, during a period of intense socioeconomic and cultural transition. Since his debut poetry collection, Botnfall (Dregs, 1984), Poulsen has published forty books and become an inimitable force in Nordic literature. Fjalir (Planks, 2013) earned him his sixth nomination for the Nordic Council Literature Prize.
ABOUT THE TRANSLATOR
Randi Ward (1982) is a writer, translator, lyricist and photographer from West Virginia. She earned her MA in Cultural Studies from the University of the Faroe Islands and is a recipient of The American-Scandinavian Foundation’s Nadia Christensen Prize. Ward is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee whose work has appeared in Asymptote, Beloit Poetry Journal, Cimarron Review, World Literature Today, Vencil: Anthology of Contemporary Faroese Literature and other publications.
