Tomas Tranströmer

(15 April 1931 / Stockholm)

Tomas Tranströmer Poems

1. Alcaic 5/21/2016
2. Balakirev's Dream 5/21/2016
3. From the Island, 1860 5/21/2016
4. From the Snowmelt of '66 5/21/2016
5. The Stones 5/21/2016
6. Allegro 5/21/2016
7. Track 5/21/2016
8. Under Pressure 5/21/2016
9. The Half-Finished Heaven 5/21/2016
10. The Blue House 10/8/2015
11. November In The Former Ddr 10/7/2011
12. National Insecurity 10/7/2011
13. The Couple 12/23/2011
14. Outskirts 10/7/2011
15. The Indoors Is Endless 10/7/2011
16. After A Death 10/7/2011
Best Poem of Tomas Tranströmer

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

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The Indoors Is Endless

It’s spring in 1827, Beethoven
hoists his death-mask and sails off.

The grindstones are turning in Europe’s windmills.
The wild geese are flying northwards.

Here is the north, here is Stockholm
swimming palaces and hovels.

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