Transtromer's Tracks

Translated into English and as appeared in Hass "Twentieth Century Poets"

2 A.M.:moonlight. The train has stopped
out in a field. Far off sparks from a town,
flickering coldly on the horizon.

As when a man goes so deep into his dream
He will never remember that he was there
When he returns again to his room.

Or when a person goes so deep into a sickness
That his days all become flickering sparks, a swarm,
Feeble and cold on the horizon.

The train is entirely motionless.
2 o’clock: strong moonlight, few stars.

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