Two poems by the Swedish writer Eva Runefelt

Polderland

Like hovering reflections

the short-statured horses graze

the green water of the light polders

The animals disappear and re-emerge

in the angled light, the brain-light

Weightless

It is after the re-emergence, april

The rest over years of the

huge fields

that has rooted in a new vegetation

Grass-warblers, avenues of windflowers

and the nights’ carmine light

as yet unfolded

Over your cheek-bone

the skin’s terracotta

and my tongue-tip’s

wet petal

The light pauses here

and quenches its thirst