I swim out in a trance
on the glittering dark water.
A steady note of a tuba comes in.
It’s a friend’s voice: “Take up your grave and walk.— Tomas Tranströmer, Two Cities from The Sorrow Gondola, 1996
I swim out in a trance
on the glittering dark water.
A steady note of a tuba comes in.
It’s a friend’s voice: “Take up your grave and walk.— Tomas Tranströmer, Two Cities from The Sorrow Gondola, 1996
