Friday, January 20, 2012

from March '79







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



2 comments:

erin said...

this
i understand))

xo
erin

smilingheart said...

yes, thought you might.

dean