Poem of the week:
April and Silence
by Tomas Tranströmer
Translated from Swedish by Robin Fulton
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 box.
The only thing I want to say
glitters out of reach like the silver in a pawnbroker's.  |
Saturday, November 29, 2014
From The Kenyon Review, New Series, Summer 1991, Vol. XIII, No.3: Tomas Transtromer
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