Saturday 24 April 2021

Kjell Espmark: 'När jag flöt nerför Seinen'


When I floated down the Seine

face downwards in the water

I let go of the world

fragment by fragment –

the low ragged sky,

the intolerable black light,

and the shrieking language from Munich

that had reduced father and mother

to silent accusative objects.

Finally I relinquished my image of you

so as to float weightless into oblivion

without any claim whatsoever

which is the final word for home.


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