Sunday, June 2, 2013


MEMORIES LOOK AT ME ~












A June morning, too soon to wake,

too late to fall asleep again.



I must go out — the greenery is dense

with memories, they follow me with their gaze.



They can't be seen, they merge completely into

the background, true chameleons.



They are so close that I can hear them breathe

though the birdsong is deafening.



_____________________________

Tomas Transtromer

Memories Look At Me
translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton

(New Directions, 2011)