Wednesday, December 14, 2011

under pressure






Powerful engines from the blue sky.
We live on a construction site where everything shivers,
where the ocean depths can suddenly open.
A hum in seashells and telephones.

You can see beauty if you look quickly to the side.
The heavy grainfields run together in one yellow river.
The restless shadows in my head want to go out there.
They want to crawl in the grain and turn into something gold.

Night finally.  At midnight I go to bed.
The dinghy sets out from the ship.
On the water you are alone.
The dark hull of society keeps on going.




~ Tomas Transtromer
from Half Finished Heaven
translated by robert bly
art by van gogh


1 comments:

Kitty Moore said...

'The restless shadows in my head want to go out there.
They want to crawl in the grain and turn into something gold'

Beautiful.