Face to Face
by Tomas Tranströmer
translated by Patty Crane
In February existence stood still.
The birds didn’t fly willingly and the soul
chafed against the landscape as a boat… 899 more words
You came to me uncollared. Of course. As you were from time immemorial. You followed the messenger walking towards me, and you are the message. That other one was warned off, told not to try to touch you. 215 more words