By Tomas Tranströmer
The Under Secretary leans forward and draws an X
and her ear-drops dangle like swords of Damocles.
As a mottled butterfly is invisible against the ground
so the demon merges with the opened newspaper.
A helmet worn by no one has taken power.
The mother-turtle flees flying under the water.
New and Collected Poems by Tomas Transtromer,T
translated by Robin Fulton.
Published in 1997 by Bloodaxe Books.