2 am. Moonlight. Train stopped
\nin the middle of a field, cold city lights
\nflickering on the far brink of sight.<\/p>\n
As if someone has sunk so deep into dream
\nshe’ll never remember she was there
\nonce she gets back to her room.<\/p>\n
Or somewhere someone has slipped so deep
\ninto sickness that his days all become a flickering
\nswarm of points scattered thin on the brink of sight.<\/p>\n
The train stands utterly still.
\n2 am. Stark moonlight. Few stars.<\/p>\n
From Tomas Transtr\u00f6mer,\u00a0Sp\u00e5r<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n P\u00e5 natten klockan tv\u00e5: m\u00e5nsken. T\u00e5get har stannat Som n\u00e4r en m\u00e4nniska g\u00e5tt in i en dr\u00f6m s\u00e5 djupt Och som n\u00e4r n\u00e5gon g\u00e5tt in i en sjukdom s\u00e5 djupt T\u00e5get st\u00e5r fullkomligt stilla, 2 am. Moonlight. Train stopped in the middle of a field, cold city lights flickering on the far brink of sight. As if someone has sunk so deep into dream she’ll never remember she was there once she gets back to her room. Or somewhere someone has slipped so deep into sickness that his days … <\/p>\n
\nmitt ute p\u00e5 sl\u00e4tten. L\u00e5ngt borta ljuspunkter i en stad,
\nflimrande kallt vid synranden.<\/i><\/p>\n
\natt hon aldrig ska minnas att hon var d\u00e4r
\nn\u00e4r hon \u00e5terv\u00e4nder till sitt rum.<\/i><\/p>\n
\natt allt som var hans dagar blir n\u00e5gra flimrande punkter,
\nen sv\u00e4rm, kall och ringa vid synranden.<\/i><\/p>\n
\nKlockan tv\u00e5: starkt m\u00e5nsken, f\u00e5 stj\u00e4rnor.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"