translation by Patty Crane
Midwinter
A blue light
is streaming out from my clothes.
Midwinter.
Jingling tambourines of ice.
I close my eyes.
There is a soundless world
there is a crack
where the dead
are smuggled over the border.
Contributor’s notes: Tomas Tranströmer
Contributor’s notes: Patty Crane
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