Vol. 65 No. 4 1998 - page 605

GORAN SONNEVI
from "Disparates"
There shall be life
after us
in forms we can
not divine
maybe not even
as branches of
the same tree
*
Dark entities of
non-existence
into which people are drawn
and destroyed
perfect
ovens
without smoke
without ashes
*
We stand before
the great, the blinding
that is light's
abyss We are drawn
in toward it, as toward
.
.
a lJurror, a spnng
that wi thdraws
*
Light as air, soft as water
the voice comes
from a thousand throats
At every stone, at
every stri p of sand
the faint
sound of lapping
Translated from the Swedish
by
Rika Lesser
512...,595,596,597,598,599,600,601,602,603,604 606,607,608,609,610,611,612,613,614,615,...689
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