Under Pressure
by Tomas Tranströmer
Translated by Robert Bly
The blue sky’s engine-drone is deafening.
We’re living here on a shuddering work-site
where the ocean depths can suddenly open up
shells and telephones hiss.
You can see beauty only from the side, hastily.
The dense grain on the field, many colours in a yellow stream.
The restless shadows in my head are drawn there.
They want to creep into the grain and turn to gold.
Darkness falls. At midnight I go to bed.
The smaller boat puts out from the larger boat.
You are alone on the water.
Society’s dark hull drifts further and further away.
The Winged Energy of Delight: Selected Translations
by Robert Bly, published by Harper Collins
by Robert Bly, published by Harper Collins
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