Classic · Collection · Excerpt · Modernism · Passage · Poetry · Swedish Literature · Swiss Culture

Gunnar Ekelöf

the silence drinks the slow autumn rain
which no longer makes anything good grow
the folded hands warm each other
the stiff looks fade among the live coals

— Gunnar Ekelöf, from “Mirrror of October,” Friends, You Drank Some Darkness, Three Swedish Poets: Harry Martinson, Gunnar Ekelöf & Tomas Tranströmer (Beacon Press, 1975)

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