“The Stones” by Tomas Tranströmer


 
 
 
 
“The Stones”
 
 
 
Tomas Tranströmer
 
 
 
 
The stones we have thrown I hear
fall, glass-clear through the year. In the valley
confused actions of the moment
fly howling from tree-top
to tree-top, quieting
in air thinner than now’s, gliding
like swallows from mountain-top
to mountain-top till they
reach the furthest plateaus
along the edge of existence. Where
all our deeds fall
glass-clear
to no ending
except ourselves.
 
 
          [Trans. by Patty Crane]
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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~ by samofthetenthousandthings on May 27, 2020.

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