Thursday, November 17, 2011


Post-Nobel, the bookstore finally got in some volumes of Tomas Tranströmer.
Weather Picture

The October sea glistens coldly
with its dorsal fin of mirages.

Nothing is left that remembers
the white dizziness of yacht races.

An amber glow over the village.
And all sounds in slow flight.

A dog's barking is a hieroglyph
painted in the air above the garden

where the yellow fruit outwits
the tree and drops of its own accord.
Tr. Robin Fulton.


  1. Not what I expected from T.T. at all, for some reason. Which book is this from?

  2. Secrets on the Way, included in the volume I acquired, The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems.

    I like the last verse especially. Haven't delved deeply into the book.