← v10n1, Spring 2011Poetry · Volume 10, Number 1
Midwinter, Tomas Tranströmer | translation by Patty Crane
A blue light
is streaming out from my clothes.
Midwinter.
Jingling tambourines of ice.
I close my eyes.
There is a soundless world
there is a crack
where the dead
are smuggled over the border.
