One of fifty 'broken sonnets' by the Swedish poet Erik Lindegren

XX

what does death then shake from its sleeve that we do not know

a moth-eaten riddle a map for a thousand greedy eyes

a dragon’s music which everyone hears but no one understands

a tower of cloud that buries all our echoes

a cripple’s engraved nameplate in the spring of springs

and the pillars’ stone-heavy defiance in the sun-temple’s forecourt

a demon that roams disguised in the lull of fear

and the ocean’s long slit-eyes with a gleam of belladonna

and a rain’s whistling for the farm’s put-down dog

harshly out of tune like a called-off miracle

and yet disappointment must once more give birth to light

wonderfully, unexpectedly like an old man on the roof of spring

and the flesh becomes word and revelation blossoms

and the orbits of the planets slash the unsuspecting eye

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