Tranströmer: National Insecurity

Ett Verk av Linda inom Poesin

The Undersecretary leans forward and draws an X

and her eardrops dangle like swords of Damocles.


As a mottled butterfly is invisible against the ground

so the demon merges with the opened newspaper.


A helmet worn by no one has taken power.

The mother turtle flees flying under the water.


T. Tranströmer (from The great enigma, translation Robin Fulton)

Inlagt november 9, 2016 och handlar om:

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