From 'Portraits of Swedish poets'

The willow warbler, that taciturn prince, rests in his nest. Sometimes draws with wing-quills

his characters against space.

Sums up in two brush-strokes

the storm's thunder in a tree.

Often lays his poems

in dew cups:

Beyond the nuances

the right word.

Beyond the word

the right silence.

Translated by D. L. Emblen


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