Friday, January 20, 2012
Being tired of people who come with words, but no speech,
I made my way to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
The pages free of handwriting stretched out on all sides!
I came upon the tracks of reindeer in the snow.
Speech but no words.
~ Tomas Transtromer
translation by Robert Bly
from The Half-Finished Heaven