"Fire Graffiti" by Tomas Tranströmer:
As the firefly ignites and fades, ignites and fades, we follow the flashes
of its flight in the dark among the olive trees.Throughout those dismal months, my soul sat slumped and lifeless
but my body walked to yours.
The night sky was lowing.
We milked the cosmos secretly, and survived.
Robin Robertson analyzes Tranströmer's voice:
There is a profoundly spiritual element in Tranströmer’s vision, though not a conventionally religious one. He is interested in polarities and how we respond, as humans, to finding ourselves at pivotal points, at the fulcrum of a moment.
Celia Farber has more.
(Image: A sculpture by Tony Cragg, via Colossal)
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