A June morning, too soon to wake,
too late to fall asleep again.
I must go out — the greenery is dense
with memories, they follow me with their gaze.
They can't be seen, they merge completely into
the background, true chameleons.
They are so close that I can hear them breathe
though the birdsong is deafening.
Tomas TranstromerMemories Look At Me
translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton
(New Directions, 2011)