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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) Advertisements

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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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Tomas Tranströmer

I looked at the sky and at the earth and straight ahead and since then I’ve been writing a long letter to the dead on a typewriter with no ribbon just a horizon line so the words knock in vain and nothing sticks. —  Tomas Tranströmer, from “Baltics,” The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems, translated… Continue reading Tomas Tranströmer

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