Wednesday, December 11, 2019

The Light Streams In by Tomas Tranströmer

The Light Streams In
Outside the window, the long beast of spring
the transparent dragon of sunshine
rushes past like an endless
suburban train – we never got a glimpse of its head.
The shoreline villas shuffle sideways
they are as proud as crabs.
The sun makes the statues blink.
The raging sea of fire out in space
is transforming to a caress.
The countdown has begun.

(translated by Robin Fulton)

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