=0=0=0=
T o w e r P o w e r
Beneath the Bridge
Peak, South Carolina
=0=0=0=
Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.
The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a draught.
And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.
Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.
Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.
The endless ground under us.
The water is shining among the trees.
The lake is a window into the earth.
= Tomas Tranströmer =
=0=0=0=
Happy Tuesday
Reader Comments