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Thursday, October 06, 2011

one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets

April and Silence

Spring lies deserted.
The dark velvet ditch
creeps by my side
not reflecting anything.

All that shines
are yellow flowers.

I am carried in my shadow
like a violin
in its black case.

All I want to say
gleams out of reach
like the silver
in a pawnshop

Tomas Tranströmer

[translated by Malena Mörling]

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