Saturday, December 10, 2011

Tea and Transtromer

Tired of all who come with words, words but no language
I went to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
The unwritten pages spread themselves out in all directions!
I come across the marks of roe-deer's hooves in the snow.
Language but no words.

-Tomas Transtromer's From March '79


L. Blogspeak, M.D. said...

An intriguing idea to separate words from language.
So prints in the snow might say as much or more than our finest orators.
What a terrific poem.

cha sen said...

The poem resonates with me too, even in translation.

Rebekah said...

Still wie Pfoten....

cha sen said...

Pfoten is irresistible!

ana dane said...

such a lovely image. thank you for sharing it.