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
*** 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,
\nFrom Tomas Transtr\u00f6mer,\u00a0Sp\u00e5r<\/i><\/strong><\/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