Poetry
Summer 1991
April and Silence
From the Swedish. Spring lies desolate. The velvet-dark ditchcrawls by my side without reflections. The only thing that shinesis yellow flowers. I am carried in my shadowlike a violinin […]
Poetry
Summer 1991
After the Storm
From the Swedish. They’re burning brushwood and clearing up after the storm. Numbered logs are piled on both sides of the road waiting for transport. There are trees enough […]