From 'Portraits of Swedish poets'
August 30, 1984
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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