Thursday, March 8, 2018

wild(erness has no words


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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