Monday, February 16, 2009

new life



Secrets on the Way

Daylight struck the face of a man who slept.
His dream was more vivid
but he did not wake.

Darkness struck the face of a man who walked
among the others in the sun's strong
impatient rays.

It was suddenly dark, like a downpour.
I stood in a room that contained every moment - 
  a butterfly museum.

And the sun still as strong as before.
Its impatient brushes were painting the world.

Tomas Transtromer

1 comment:

eleanor greer. said...

This is a lovely image. Is it in two pieces?

The sun is impatiently painting the world...I wrote something to that effect the other day. The sunlight here always seems to be painting things in and out of itself.