Daniel Nemo
Tranströmer Translations
Secrets on the Way
Daylight touched the face of someone sleeping.
He dreamed more vividly
but didn’t wake.
Darkness touched the face of someone walking
among the others in the sun’s strong
impatient rays.
It darkened suddenly as if from a cloudburst.
I stood in a room that held every moment--
a butterfly museum.
And yet the sun was as strong as before.
Its impatient brushes were painting the world.
He dreamed more vividly
but didn’t wake.
Darkness touched the face of someone walking
among the others in the sun’s strong
impatient rays.
It darkened suddenly as if from a cloudburst.
I stood in a room that held every moment--
a butterfly museum.
And yet the sun was as strong as before.
Its impatient brushes were painting the world.
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