I blogged about the genius that is Tomas Tronstromer once before. My classmate has lent me a collection of his poems and I have been gorging on some good TT. Here's one that caught my eye.
Face to face
So simple and beautiful. Love the line "Under a tarpaulin language pined".
Face to face
In February living stood still.
The birds flew unwillingly and the soul
chafed against the landscape as a boat
chafes against the pier it lies moored to.
The trees stood with their backs turned towards me.
The deep snow was measured with dead straws.
The footprints grew old out on the crust.
Under a tarpaulin language pined.
One day something came to the window.
Work was dropped, I looked up.
The colors flared. Everything turned round.
The earth and I sprang towards each other.So simple and beautiful. Love the line "Under a tarpaulin language pined".
http://theuniversalgravitation.blogspot.com/2012/03/poem-of-week-face-to-face-by.html
ReplyDelete