The summer is not done
but the darkness takes over.
When you put the lamp out
the darkness is surprisingly dark
as though it had always been there
Do I recall how I was born?
Do I recall how I died?
There was a strange light from the window.
I remember that I opened my eyes
and closed them again.
From: Nya dikter (Schildts, 2007)
translated from Finland-Swedish by David McDuff