From the Commonplace Book

A poem by Gavin Maxwell. He doubtless did others but this one imagining wild Iceland from home is the only one I know. It resonates for this traveler stuck at home at least for the present…

Slowly through a Land of Stone

So although no ghost was scotched
We were happy while we watched
Ravens from their walls of shale
Cruise around the rotting whale,

Watched the sulphur basins boil
Loops of steam uncoil and coil,
While the valley fades away
To a sketch of Judgment Day.

Rows of books around me stand,
Fence me round on either hand;
Through that forest of dead words
I would hunt the living birds-

Great black birds that fly alone-
Slowly through a land of stone,
And the gulls who weave a free
Quilt of rhythm on the sea.

2 thoughts on “From the Commonplace Book”

  1. I believe the poem you call “Slowly through a Land of Stone” and ascribe to Gavin Maxwell actually comprises a couple of extracts from a poem by Louis MacNiece in the epilogue of the book “Letters from Iceland”. This book was jointly authored by MacNiece and W.H.Auden, first published in 1937.

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