Thursday 10 November 2011

A poem by the Swedish writer
Werner Aspenström (1918-1997)

You and me and the world

Don’t ask who you are and who I am
and why everything exists.
Let professors go into that,
they’re paid for it.
Place the kitchen scales on the table
and let reality weigh itself.
Slip on your coat.
Switch off the hall light.
Shut the door.
Let the dead embalm the dead.

Here we are walking.
The one in the white wellingtons
is you.
The one in the black wellingtons
is me.
And the rain falling over both of us
is the rain.

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