"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.