Tomas Tranströmer
(translation by Malena Mörling)
Landscape with Suns
The sun slides out from behind the house
stands in the middle of the street
and breathes on us
with its red wind.
Innsbrück I must leave you.
But tomorrow
there will be a glowing sun
in the half-dead grey forest
where we shall work and live.
Copyright © 1996
Electronic Poetry Review