Tuesday, 18 September 2012

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)

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