Friday, 12 June 2015

Great summer poem by Lars Gustafsson

Events on the periphery of a summer day

The trapped bumblebee
cusses and buzzes at the window
in a foreign language

The old coffee-mill
can’t stop going on
about rationing and war

A splendid spider’s web
has taken over grandma’s bicycle
an Evangelii Härold no longer for sale

From the century-old bush
gooseberries, brown as amber,
and weary, fall to the ground one by one

It is – in short – late here on earth
In the wall-mounted telephone
the afternoon storm is already crackling

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