Monday, 15 June 2009

Bo Carpelan: 2 poems

The darkness

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
outside, inside.


Strange light

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

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