But a day will come when the dead and living change places.

We are not without hope, indeed.

Farewell to the dear Swedish poet and Nobel Laureate, Tomas Tranströmer (1931-2015). Here’s a prose poem of his I’ve posted before but have always loved.

Sweden Nobel Literature

“Madrigal”

I inherited a dark wood to which I seldom go. But a day will come when the dead and the living change places. Then the wood will begin to stir. We are not without hope. The most serious crimes remain unsolved despite the efforts of many policeman. In the same way there exists, somewhere in our lives, a great love, unsolved. I inherited a dark wood but today I am going into another wood, the bright one. Every living thing that sings, wriggles, oscillates, and crawls! It is spring and the air is very strong. I have a degree from oblivion’s university and am empty-handed as the shirt on the clothesline.

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