Two by Tomas Tranströmer

[dragonyphoenix]

The Tree and the Sky by Tomas Tranströmer

There’s a tree walking around in the rain,
it rushes past us in the pouring grey.
It has an errand. It gathers life
out of the rain like a blackbird in an orchard.

When the rain stops so does the tree.
There it is, quiet on clear nights
waiting as we do for the moment
when the snowflakes blossom in space.

Comments

[beer-good-foamy.livejournal.com]

"Allegro" is one of my all-time favourite poems. But Tranströmer wrote a lot of great ones; I love how he can sort of hit the pause button on reality and show an image that echoes of so many different ideas.

STORM

Here the walker suddenly meets the giant
oak tree, like a petrified elk whose crown is
furlongs wide before the September ocean’s
murky green fortress.

Northern storm. The season when rowanberry
clusters swell. Awake in the darkness, listen:
constellations stamping inside their stalls, high
over the treetops.

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow! constellations stamping inside their stalls with the petrified elk.

[velvetwhip.livejournal.com]

I love all these neat things you share.


Gabrielle

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I do enjoy the poetry month. ;-)

[snogged.livejournal.com]

Thank you for sharing these today.

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. More tree poems tomorrow. ;-)