Tomas Transtromer

The Couple
They switch off the light and its white shade
glimmers for a moment before dissolving
like a tablet in a glass of darkness. Then up.
The hotel walls rise into the black sky.

The movement of love have settled, and they sleep
but their most secret thoughts meet as when
two colors meet and flow into each other
on the wet paper in a schoolboy’s painting.

It is dark and silent. But the town has pulled closer
tonight. With quenched windows. The houses have
They stand close up in a throng, waiting,
a crowd whose faces have no expressions.

(Tomas Transtromer is the winner of 2011 nobel prize for literature. The above poem is from his book “The half-finished Haven” [1962]. I have picked it from “Penguine Modern European Poets: Pavvo Havvikko and Tomas Transtromer selected poems”)


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