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Hop in Puddles (A Poetic Translation of Sigur Rós’ Hoppípolla)
Rosy cheeks
enjoy dizzy rings.
Hold my seeking hand—
all the hazy world, obscured
and yet clear you stand.
Waterlogged—
all the rain-fallen.
Wellington boots unworn.
Leaping into ourselves,
we’ll spring up out our shells.
Wind within
our petrichor; damp hair of yours anew.
These lungs fill fierce from my breath—
familiar-smelling you.
Hop in puddles;
welcome soggy limbs.
All the rain-fallen;
waterlogged—
in come soggy limbs.
And if my nose runs blood,
I’ll chase it standing up.
© Joseph Chin
#beauty #nature #play #childhood #fun #song
enjoy dizzy rings.
Hold my seeking hand—
all the hazy world, obscured
and yet clear you stand.
Waterlogged—
all the rain-fallen.
Wellington boots unworn.
Leaping into ourselves,
we’ll spring up out our shells.
Wind within
our petrichor; damp hair of yours anew.
These lungs fill fierce from my breath—
familiar-smelling you.
Hop in puddles;
welcome soggy limbs.
All the rain-fallen;
waterlogged—
in come soggy limbs.
And if my nose runs blood,
I’ll chase it standing up.
© Joseph Chin
#beauty #nature #play #childhood #fun #song
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