← v10n1, Spring 2011Poetry · Volume 10, Number 1
Landscape with Suns, Tomas Tranströmer | translation by Patty Crane
The sun glides out from behind the house
positions itself mid-street
and breathes on us
with its scarlet wind.
Innsbruck I must leave you.
But tomorrow
a glowing sun stands
in the half-dead gray forest
where we have to work and live.
