THE STONES: Poetry, by Tomas Tranströmer

THE STONES

I feel that we have laid down the stones,

crystal clear over the years. in the valley

flywheel action of the moment confused,

shouting from the top to the top of the trees,

silent air lighter than this,

swooping like swallows

from top to top of the mountains

until they reach the plateau the most remote

along the border with the afterlife.

Fall beyond our actions clear,

of no funds,

except ourselves.

(Tomas Tranströmer)

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