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Saturday, March 31, 2012

love this poem

Midwinter

A blue sheen
radiates from my clothes.
Midwinter.
Jangling tambourines of ice.
I close my eyes.
There is a soundless world
there is a crack
where dead people
are smuggled across the border.

Tomas Tranströmer, translated by Robin Fulton

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