Monday, December 12, 2011

the couple






They turn the lights off, and its white globe glows
an instant and then dissolves, like a tablet
in a glass of darkness.  Then a rising.
The hotel walls shoot up into heaven's darkness.

Their movements have grown softer, and they sleep, 
but their most secret thoughts begin to meet
like two colors that meet and run together
on the wet paper in a schoolboy's painting.

It is dark and silent.  The city however has come nearer
tonight.  With its windows turned off. Houses have come.
They stand packed and waiting very near,
a mob of people with blank faces.




~ Tomas Transtromer
translated by robert bly
from The Half-Finished Heaven
art by picasso


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