TrainWrite

Track

by Tomas Transtromer (translation by Robert Bly)

out in a field.  Far off sparks of light from a town,
flickering coldly on the horizon.
 
As when a man goes so deep into his dream
he will never remember that he was there
when he returns again to his room.
 
Or when a person goes so deep into a sickness
that his days all become some flickering sparks, a swarm,
feeble and cold on the horizon.

The train is entirely motionless.

2 o’clock:  strong moonlight, few stars.

Tomas Transtromer, the Swedish poet whose sometimes bleak but powerful work explores themes of nature, isolation and identity, won the 2011 Nobel Prize in Literature [today].

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