I was delighted to hear that Tomas Tranströmer has been awarded the Nobel prize for literature, so here is one of his poems, which is quite fitting as I'm currently writing this whilst sitting looking out at the sea on this cold October day...
Weather Picture
The October sea glistens coldly
with its dorsal fin of mirages.
with its dorsal fin of mirages.
Nothing is left that remembers
the white dizziness of yacht races.
the white dizziness of yacht races.
An amber glow over the village.
And all sounds in slow flight.
And all sounds in slow flight.
A dog’s barking is a hieroglyph
painted in the air above the garden
painted in the air above the garden
where the yellow fruit outwits
the tree and drops of its own accord.
the tree and drops of its own accord.
by Tomas Tranströmer
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