A stranger in Reykjavik Poems

The poems in this book should prove informative and interesting for readers of poetry. The subject of the poems are wide-ranging: celebration of life with an eye for mysteries where there is nowhere a place to hide and plenty of room for vision. And the reader is a guest. Resonant enough to inspire reflection or delight under the Northern Lights or the moon. Icelandic voice recording her inner world. The poems are coherent of thought and experience. Language is for Kristrún Guðmundsdottir more than simply a means of communication. It is a system where all pieces fit together in the poets mind. In the search for the meaning of life. The poet is mingling freely with the boundless expanse of landscape and loses itself in the infinity of nature where the heart seems to have ceased beating and the poet releases from the body. To blend with the myriad forms of created things. For a man is what he loves - that is why he loves it- because he is a part of it and not a man only. The poets knows this. Reykjavik is a kind of a mysterious beast without violence. Next to death- dream is reality. Language gets into the picture only when one has to make those things in public. It is like the feeling of having a dream of another birth pulling from the surface of the ground to itself. It is places like Reykjavik that give geography its good name.