Kyrie

 

 

Kyrie
Tomas Tranströmer, 1931-2015, Swedish

Translated by Robert Bly

 

At times my life suddenly opens its eyes in the dark.
A feeling of masses of people pushing blindly
through the streets, excitedly, toward some miracle,
while I remain here and no one sees me.

 

 

It is like the child who falls asleep in terror
listening to the heavy thumps of his heart.
For a long, long time till morning puts his light in the locks
and the doors of darkness open.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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