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Tomas Tranströmer

Throughout those dismal months my life was only sparked
alight when I made love to you.
As the firefly ignites and fades, ignites and fades, we follow
the flashes
of its flight in the dark among the olive trees.

Throughout those dismal months, my soul sat slumped and
lifeless
but my body walked to yours.
The night sky was lowing.
We milked the cosmos secretly, and survived.

—Tomas Tranströmer, “Fire Graffiti,” The Deleted World: Poems ( Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2014)

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