Jonas Hallgrimsson

Horn Crag

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High on Horn Crag's summit
(you hear them say out west)
a single snow-white eagle
sits on its lonely nest.*

Midnight suns are slowly
circling it while the flood
swirls below with sea mist ---
it sits there red as blood.

It looks at the great celestial
light and it never blinks,
ignoring the gulf beneath it
where a nightbound schooner sinks.

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