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Fjallkonan The Lady of the Mountains Vigdís Finnbogadóttir President of Iceland 1980-1996 |
I think of you often,
Lady of the Mountains,
with your rising gold crown
reflecting in the white of your veil
like the midnight sun on snow-covered peaks.
I think of you and your gown of black silk
that shines like frozen rhyolite
and lava,
fashioned into fearsome images
of trolls and ancient gods.
I think of your belt of gold,
red gold,
that falls heavy from your waist
like liquid fire,
like red hot magma
pouring.
I think of the flowers that flow in golden borders
around the hem of your garment,
reminding me
of your bright summer nights
when birds and sun forget to sleep
and salmon fly your falls upstream.
I think of you, motherland,
often.
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