Poem of the Week · Reflections

Welcoming Spring

 

only tulip

FACE TO FACE | Excerpt from Bright Scythe
by Tomas Tranströmer
(1931-2015, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature)

Translated from the Swedish by Patty Crane

In February existence stood still.
Birds didn’t fly willingly and the soul
chafed against the landscape the way a boat
chafes against the dock it lies moored to.

One day something appeared at the window.
Work came to a halt, I looked up.
The colors burned. Everything turned around.
The land and I sprang toward each other.

 

Antique spring
tulip pair

muddy moss path

moss close-up
Photos credit Amanda Rogozinski

 

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