Thursday, January 10, 2013

Tomas Transtromer


Midwinter
.

A blue light

radiates from my clothing.

Midwinter.

Clattering tambourines of ice.

I close my eyes.

There is a silent world

there is a crack

where the dead

are smuggled across the border.
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