From the Snowmelt of '66 Poem by Tomas Tranströmer

From the Snowmelt of '66



Rushing rushing water's rumbling old hypnosis.
The river's flooding the car-graveyard, glittering
behind the masks.
I grab hold of the bridge railing.
The bridge: a large iron bird sailing past death.

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