Calgary Kitchen, 1955 - by
Gutting yellow perch at the sink,
/ her smile came from another age.
/ She had enough soul
/ for me, for fish, for a lineage
/ of…
cooking
The Floral Apron - by
The woman wore a floral apron around her neck,
/ that woman from my mother’s village
/ with a sharp cleaver in her hand.
/ She…
Húsafell síðsumars - by
Við grillum á veröndinni og kofinn
/ orðinn vel reyktur. Ég laumast frá
/ eldamennskunni og geng út í hraun-
/ ið og…
As the child looks on - by
his mother pulls the linen
/ from the cord.
/ She flaps each sheet,
/ folds each vest.
/ Collars are starched,
/ skirts are dressed.
/ She is spit, she is…
Cawl - by
Nid cerdd am gawl yw hon –
/ nid cerdd am ei sawr, ei flas na’i liw,
/ na’r sêrs o fraster yn gusanau…