Woman
She was an introduction to men’s love stories.
She was an added chapter.
She was the division between chapters.
And now she is my love story. But they’ve forgotten to print the words: All rights reserved.
By Jón Thoroddsen
Translated from the Icelandic by Chris Crocker
Chris Crocker is a PhD student of medieval Icelandic literature at the University of Iceland. He was born in Newfoundland, Canada.Jón Thoroddsen was born in Ísafjörður, Iceland, in 1898. The son of the poet Theódóra Thoroddsen and Skúli Thoroddsen, an important figure in the independence movement, Thoroddsen died in Copenhagen at age 26 on New Year’s Eve, 1924, after having been struck by a street-car on Christmas day. During his lifetime he published a book of poetry, Flugur (Flies) in 1922, as well as several other plays, poems and short stories.