.
Spring lies abandoned
A ditch the color of dark violet
moves alongside me
giving no images back.
The only thing that shines
are some yellow flowers.
I am carried inside
my own shadow like a violin
in its black case.
The only thing I want to say
hovers just out of reach
like the family silver
at the pawnbroker's.
.
~ Tomas Transtromer
translation by Robert Bly
from The Half-Finished Heaven
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