Wednesday, August 10, 2011

move with the water

as i write this in the summer heat i'm thinking back to this same place, this same time, six months ago.


in february living stood still.
the birds flew unwillingly and the soul
chafed against the landscape as a boat
chafes against the pier it lies moored to.
the trees stood with their backs turned towards me.
the deep snow was measured with dead straws.
the footprints grew old out on the crust.
under a tarpaulin language pined.
one day something came to the window.
work was dropped, i looked up.
the colours flared. everything turned round.
the earth and i sprang towards each other.

tomas tranströmer

music rain tree crow


The Weaver of Grass said...

Ah yes steven - six monts ago - deep snow. Love the words and the music.

Susannah said...

I really enjoy my visits here.

Keep shining sir! :-)

aguja said...

I was wowed by the photograph which sent me spinning.
That and the words and music add up beautifully.

Linda Sue said...

I so love getting up in the morning- getting a cuppa and sitting down to first thing- your blog- crank up the volume and lean back into the morning.Rain here, as usual- no summer except for a couple of days...

Jo said...

I hope all is well with you and your bike ride.

I'm enjoying your posts tremendously, though mssing your great insights.

Ride on, Steven. ♥

hope said...

Thanks for reminding me that there ARE seasons in life. And soon the cool of autumn will caress the cheek that the summer heat/humidity is smacking the baloney out of right now!


erin said...

geeZZZZ, this is tomas? this poem? sometimes i am confused if the words or yours or his, although perhaps i shouldn't be. i think this time it is tomas speaking. i've never heard of tomas before visiting you. what a unique and peaceful voice. oh. i am so grateful to know of him. astounding.