drinking the darkness …

January 7, 2012

in Art & Literature,Spirituality

Elegy

I open the first door. It is a large sunlit room. A heavy car passes outside and makes the china quiver.

I open door number two. Friends! You drank some darkness and became visible.

Door number three. A narrow hotel room. View on an alley. One lamppost shines on the asphalt. Experience, its beautiful slag.

Tomas Transtromer 1973

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