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1 " Solitary Swedish Houses"A mix-max of black spruceand smoking moonbeams.Here’s the croft lying lowand not a sign of life.Till the morning dew murmursand an old man opens– with a shaky hand – his windowand lets out an owl.Further off, the new buildingstands steamingwith the laundry butterflyfluttering at the cornerin the middle of a dying woodwhere the mouldering readsthrough spectacles of sapthe proceedings of the bark-drillers.Summer with flaxen-haired rainor one solitary thunder-cloudabove a barking dog.The seed is kicking inside the earth.Agitated voices, facesfly in the telephone wireson stunted rapid wingsacross the moorland miles.The house on an island in the riverbrooding on its stony foundations.Perpetual smoke – they’re burningthe forest’s secret papers.The rain wheels in the sky.The light coils in the river.Houses on the slope supervisethe waterfall’s white oxen.Autumn with a gang of starlingsholding dawn in check.The people move stifflyin the lamplight’s theatre.Let them feel without alarmthe camouflaged wingsand God’s energycoiled up in the dark. "
― Tomas Tranströmer , Samlade dikter: 1954–1996