Tomas Transtromer, one of Gert’s favourite poets, died on March 26 2015 at the age of 83.
Even after suffering a stroke in 1990 that severely affected his speech and movement Transtromer continued to write short, haiku-like poems and a prose memoir.
He’s reminiscent of Czeslaw Miloscz in the purity of his reactions to the natural world, but many of his poems spring from his work as a psychologist.
He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2011.
One of my favourites, Tracks, begins
2 AM: moonlight. The train has stopped
out in the middle of the plain. Far away, points of light in a town,
flickering coldly at the edge of the horizon.
As when someone has fallen into a dream so deep
he’ll never remember having been there
when he comes back to his room.
You can continue reading Tracks here
and other poems here:
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