December Evening 1972 // Tomas Transtromer
December Evening 1972 // Tomas Transtromer
Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now. And I’m driving past the locked-up white church – a wooden saint is standing in there smiling, helpless. As if they had taken away his glasses. He is alone. Everything else is now, now, now. The law of gravity pressing us against our work by day and against our beds by night. The war.
(translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton)
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