T O M A S T R A N S T R O M E R
MIDWINTER
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.
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T O M A S T R A N S T R O M E R
translated by Patty Crane
Bright Scythe
Sarabande Books 2015
