Meeting Benches World art in all forms
COUPLE – by Tomas Tranströmer
“Shuts off the light, but its white bell jar
still gleams an instant, before vanishing altogether
as a tablet in a glass of darkness.
Then he gets up, and the walls of the hotel they rush into the darkness of the sky.
The movements of love are exhausted, and they sleep,
but most secret thoughts meet
as when two colors blend,
on moist paper drawing of a child.
Darkness and silence. But the city tonight approached.
With the windows out. There were houses.
They’re very close crowded waiting,
of people face expressionless.”
