Sick of those who come with words, words but no language,
I make my way to the snow-covered island.
Wilderness has no words. The unwritten pages
stretch out in all directions.
I come across this line of deer-slots in the snow: a language,
language without words.
~ Tomas Tranströmer
translated by Robin Robertson
2 comments:
Always when I visit your site, I want to express something - and all that comes out each time, is a THANK YOU WITH ALL MY HEART
you are very welcome
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