Nóbelsskáld yrkir um jöklasýnina á Höfn
Ljóðið, sem fer hér á eftir, vísar m.a. í jöklasýnina á Höfn og bráðnun jöklanna:
The three-tongued glacier has begun to melt.
What will we do, they ask, when boulder-milt
Comes wallowing across the delta flats
And the miles-deep shag ice makes its move?
I saw it, ridged and rock-set, from above,
Undead grey-gristed earth-pelt, aeon-scruff,
And feared its coldness that still seemed enough
To iceblock the plane window dimmed with breath,
Deepfreeze the seep of adamantine tilth
And every warm, mouthwatering word of mouth.