Tomas Transtromer

TRACK
.
2a.m.moonlight. The train has stopped
out in a field. Far-off sparks of light from a town,
flickering coldly on the horizon.
.
As when a man goes so deep into his dream
he will never remember that he was there
when he returns again to his room.
.
Or when a person goes so deep into a sickness
that his days all become some flickering sparks, a swarm,
feeble and cold on the horizon.
.
The train is entirely motionless.
2 o'clock: strong moonlight, few stars.