Northern lights are beautiful to see, sometimes bright and dancing on the sky – sometimes weak and not moving so much but always very interesting to see. Icelandic poet Einar Benediktsson (1864-1940) wrote poem Northern lights, see the first verse below.
Does the son of the dust know anything more beautiful
than the palace of gods in electronic flames?
Seeing ground and bay underneath a golden bow!—
Who can now settle with cards and wine?
Even the soil is clean like a maiden on a sheet;
slumbering in the autumns dry flowers.
Each sand corn shines in the colours of the air
and the brooks kiss in silvery roses.
By the universe bosom everything is fire and decoration
of slithering northern lights.
Translation by Sveinbjörn Jónsson.
PS: Great northern lights forecast for the next days!