Treasure Island

Tomas Tranströmer

(15 April 1931 / Stockholm)

After a Death


Once there was a shock
that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail.
It keeps us inside. It makes the TV pictures snowy.
It settles in cold drops on the telephone wires.

One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun
through brush where a few leaves hang on.
They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories.
Names swallowed by the cold.

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat
but often the shadow seems more real than the body.
The samurai looks insignificant
beside his armor of black dragon scales.


translated by Robert Bly

Submitted: Friday, October 07, 2011
Edited: Friday, October 07, 2011

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