April and Silence
Spring lies forsaken.
The velvet-dark ditch
crawls by my side
without refections.
The only thing that shines
are yellow flowers.
I am cradled in my shadow
like a violin
in its black case.
The only thing I want to say
glimmers out of reach
like the silver
at the pawnbroker's.
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The Sorrow Gondola
Tomas Transtromer
