Wednesday, September 12, 2018

















"From March 1979" by Tomas Tranströmer 
 

"Weary of all who come with words, words but no language
I make my way to the snow-covered island.
The untamed has no words.
The unwritten pages spread out on every side!
I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow.
Language but no words."


Translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton

 

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