Below Zero We are at a party that doesn’t love us. At last the party lets its mask drop and … More
Category: Tomas Transtromer
The Half-Finished Heaven, by Tomas Tranströmer
The Half-Finished Heaven Despondency breaks off its course. Anguish breaks off its course. The vulture breaks off its flight. … More
Tracks, by Tomas Tranströmer
Tracks 2 am: moonlight. The train has stopped out in the middle of the plain. Far away, points of … More
Go-to poet?
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More
From the archives: Should I have heard of you?
‘We are at a party that doesn’t love us’ – Tomas Tranströmer We are at a thing. Not a … More
Alone, by Tomas Tranströmer
Alone I One evening in February I came near to dying here. The car skidded sideways on the ice, out … More
The point is the silence
‘I’ve stopped listening to the radio!’ ‘What, completely?’ the book says. ‘Not completely, I’m not an idiot,’ I say. … More
Breathing Space July, by Tomas Tranströmer
Breathing Space July The man who lies on his back under huge trees is also up in them. He … More
Looking for Ted Hughes
‘I’ve been out,’ says the book. ‘So I see,’ I say. The book is dressed in a pith helmet and … More