MIDWINTER Poem by Tomas Tranströmer

MIDWINTER



A blue sheen
radiates from my clothes.
Midwinter.
Jangling tambourines of ice.
I close my eyes.
There is a soundless world
there is a crack
where dead people
are smuggled across the border.

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