Poem by the Swedish poet Lennart Sjögren

Thought of speaking more simply

the simple that is better than the cryptic

but the simple also changed to the point

of unrecognisability and departed.

Thought of speaking less of death

death that even so is all we have for certain –

but the mornings too wear graves

in their eyes.

Finally only a flicker was left

and that was

before the first and after the last.

Yes, the light green

of the first coming into leaf

when all language falters.

(from: En ljusare eld, 2004)