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Tomas Tranströmer

The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall.It is like a prayer to what is empty.And what is empty turns its face to usand whispers:‘I am not empty, I am open.’ — Tomas Tranströmer, from “Vermeer,” The Winged Energy of Delight. Translation by Robert Bly. (Harper Perennial May 10, 2005)

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Tomas Tranströmer

On a winter morning you feel how this earth plunges ahead. Against the house walls an air current smacks out of hiding. Surrounded by movement: the tent of calm. And the secret helm in the migrating flock. Out of the winter gloom a tremolo rises from hidden instruments. It is like standing under summer’s high… Continue reading Tomas Tranströmer

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Tomas Tranströmer

Throughout those dismal months my life was only sparkedalight when I made love to you. As the firefly ignites and fades, ignites and fades, we followthe flashes of its flight in the dark among the olive trees. Throughout those dismal months, my soul sat slumped andlifeless but my body walked to yours. The night sky… Continue reading Tomas Tranströmer

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Edith Södergran

I know red and yellow, the other colors,— but the sea, det granna granna havet, that’s most dangerous                                                                             to look at. What name is there for the color that arouses this thirst, which says, the saga can happen, even to you— — Edith Södergran, from “Strange Sea,” trans. Averill Curdy, Poetry (March 2012)

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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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Göran Sonnevi

As if nothing but the real-infinite were That beyond our comprehension was the white ocean storm, I read, formulated somewhat differently, in a passage of Kant About this I have always known Also about the dark point in the storm About the great and the small I have been at the extremes, not just in… Continue reading Göran Sonnevi

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