Tomas Tranströmer

(15 April 1931 / Stockholm)

Tomas Tranströmer Poems

1. The Blue House 10/8/2015
2. Alcaic 5/21/2016
3. Balakirev's Dream 5/21/2016
4. From the Island, 1860 5/21/2016
5. From the Snowmelt of '66 5/21/2016
6. The Stones 5/21/2016
7. Allegro 5/21/2016
8. Track 5/21/2016
9. Under Pressure 5/21/2016
10. The Half-Finished Heaven 5/21/2016
11. National Insecurity 9/23/2016
12. November In The Former Ddr 10/7/2011
13. National Insecurity 10/7/2011
14. Outskirts 10/7/2011
15. The Indoors Is Endless 10/7/2011
16. The Couple 12/23/2011
17. 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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Men in overalls the same color as earth rise from a ditch.
It's a transitional place, in stalemate, neither country nor city.
Construction cranes on the horizon want to take the big leap,
but the clocks are against it.
Concrete piping scattered around laps at the light with cold tongues.
Auto-body shops occupy old barns.
Stones throw shadows as sharp as objects on the moon surface.
And these sites keep on getting bigger
like the land bought with Judas' silver: 'a potter's field for

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