MANETEN
Driver i blanka strömmen
havens brännande ros.
Vaggar behagsjukt i svallet,
fladdrar med brandgula brämet,
skyddad av svalgrön mantel
mot brandgul dödande sol.
Ömsom en glaskall blomma,
glidande bortvänd undan,
halkande undan kölar —
ömsom ett girigt hål,
flimrande vita trådar
kring brandigt frätande sår ...
(Solen — fienden — solen ...)
Driver i blanka strömmen,
skickar rötter mot djupen,
sjunker i svartnande djupen
dit solbranden aldrig når.
THE JELLYFISH
Drifts in the shining current
the burning rose of the seas.
Rocks in the swell demurely,
flutters its fire-yellow fringing,
kept safe in its cool-green mantle
from fire-yellow deadly sun.
Sometimes a glass-clear flower,
gliding off, turned away,
slipping away from boat keels –
sometimes a greedy hole,
shimmering threads of white
round a fiery caustic wound …
(The sun – the enemy – the sun …)
Drifts in the shining current,
sends its roots to the depths,
sinks in the blackening depths
where the sun-fire never can reach.
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