The Outpost - Tomas Tranströmer
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The Outpost - Tomas Tranströmer

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“It is always so early here, before the crossroads, before the irrevocable choices. I am grateful for this life! And yet I miss the alternatives. All sketches wish to be real [...] We do not actually know it, but we sense it: our life has a sister vessel which plies an entirely different route. While the sun burns behind the islands.
Tomas Tranströmer, from “The Blue Ship”
#TomasTranstromer . #transtromer . #Poetry . #SwedishPoetry . #Literature . #RobertBly. (at Samastipur) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsCf76NhJPC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=yzbi06bqhfr3
Don't be ashamed because you're human: be proud! Inside you, vaults behind vaults open endlessly. You will never be finished, and that's as it should be.
Tomas Transtromer

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El cielo a medio hacer
El desaliento interrumpe su curso. La angustia interrumpe su curso. El buitre interrumpe su vuelo. La luz tenaz se vuelca; hasta los fantasmas se toman un trago. Y nuestros cuadros se hacen visibles, animales rojos de talleres de la Época Glaciar. Todo empieza a girar. Andamos al sol por centenares. Cada persona es una puerta entreabierta que lleva a una común habitación. Bajo nosotros, la tierra infinita. Brilla el agua entre árboles. La laguna es una ventana a la tierra. Tomas Tranströmer
De marzo del 79
Cansado de todos los que llegan con palabras, palabras, pero no lenguaje, parto hacia la isla cubierta de nieve. Lo salvaje no tiene palabras. ¡Las páginas no escritas se ensanchan en todas direcciones! Me encuentro con huellas de pezuñas de corzo en la nieve. Lenguaje, pero no palabras.
Tomas Tranströmer
One of my favorite poems in Swedish.