Spring lies desolate.
The velvet – dark ditch
crawls by my side
Tomas TranstromerPoems from Tomas Transtromer
April and silence Spring lies desolate. The velvet - dark ditch crawls by my side without reflections. The only thing that shines is yellow flowers. I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case. The only thing I want to say glitters...read more
Track 2 A.M : moonlight. The train has stopped out in a field. Far- off sparks of light from a town flickering coldly on the horizon. As when a man goes so deep into his dream he will never remember that he was there when he returns again to his room....read more
Weather Picture The October sea glistens coldly with its dorsal fin of mirages. Nothing is left that remembers the white dizziness of yacht races. An amber glow over the village And all sounds in slow flight. A dog’s barking is a hieroglyph...read more