POETRY: The Half-Finished Heaven by Tomas Tranströmer

half-finished heaven

Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.

The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a draught.

And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.

Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.

Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.

The endless ground under us.

The water is shining among the trees.

The lake is a window into the earth.

 

4 Comments on POETRY: The Half-Finished Heaven by Tomas Tranströmer

  1. Thanks for posting. I love Transtromer. Is this the Bly or the Fulton translation?

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  2. this poem give me peace

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    • Isn’t Mr. Trnstromer a wonder poet? Every time I find one of his poems that fits what I am doing on the blog that week, I am so elated.

      I am glad that you found your heart touched by this poem. Thank you for writing.

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