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