The Half-Finished Heaven, Tomas Tranströmer
During the heavy months my life caught fire only when
I made love with you.
The firefly too lights up and goes out, lights up and goes out
—by quick glimpses we follow its route
among the olive trees in the darkness of night.
During the heavy months the soul sat
indolent and crushed,
but the body took the nearest way to you.
The night heavens gave off moos.
We stole milk from the cosmos and survived.
translated by Robert Bly (Minneapolis, MN, Graywolf Press, 2001) p.82
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