Like wild geese, fishermen
and monks landed here, others
sailed on and discovered America
but they came back
by the north, Thule
where it rains glowing stones
where the land burns and the rocks
swim between boiling fountains
There are the gates of hell
and the paths to heaven
the huge curtains of ice
above the clouds
They came back to tell
about these wonders, too biblical
to want to keep them secret
from their family and friends
And the new world
they forgot