Tuesday, 19 January 2010

One more from the forthcoming collection by the Swedish poet Lars Gustafsson


The fountain stands at the end
of the old park’s

worn-out pathways, the parasol of water
is thing and event in the same appearance.

Andromeda rotates out there
in the darkness. Right now.

Right now will last for quite a while.

Right now one of the
innumerable intelligences

that dwells in Andromeda is musing
over a very old fountain.

Right now was a long while ago
Right now is nowhere at all.

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