Thursday, March 8, 2018

wild(erness has no words





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Sick of those who come with words, words but no language,
I make my way to the snow-covered island.


Wilderness has no words. The unwritten pages
stretch out in all directions.


I come across this line of deer-slots in the snow: a language,
language without words.



Tomas Tranströmer
March 1979, excerpt

Robin Robertson translation

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