Kjell Espmark: 'Yr av sömn steg jag upp'

 

Giddy with sleep I got up

to help the frightened goldfinch out

that had flown in through the window.

The light curtain billowed in

with the scent of late lilac.

Then he pulled me back into bed

and the bird’s fluttering was its own affair.

That was just before the cholera reached us.