For guitar lovers, for music lovers, John Renbourn passed on the 26th of March. For those who don't know his music, youtube has many videos of his amazing work.
Tomas Transtromer/John Renbourn
Further In
On the main road into the city
when the sun is low.
The traffic thickens, crawls.
It is a sluggish dragon glittering.
I am one of the dragon’s scales.
Suddenly the red sun is
right in the middle of the windshield
streaming in.
I am transparent
and writing becomes visible
inside me
words in invisible ink
that appear
when the paper is held to the fire!
I know I must get far away
straight through the city and then
further until it is time to go out
and walk far into the forest.
Walk in the footprints of the badger.
It gets dark, difficult to see.
In there on the moss lie stones.
One of the stones is precious.
It can change everything
it can make the darkness shine.
It is a switch for the whole country.
Everything depends on it.
Look at it, touch it . . .
Tomas Gosta Transtromer
translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2015-03-29 at 03:10
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