The language marches in step with the executioners. Therefore we must get a new language. Tomas Transtromer More Quotes by Tomas Transtromer More Quotes From Tomas Transtromer We always feel younger than we are. I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings. The sum of them is me. The mirror sees only my latest face, while I know all my previous ones. Tomas Transtromer mirrors faces tree In the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being sewn on the sly. Tomas Transtromer measurement suits goes-on A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands. Tomas Transtromer knowing summer night It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body. Tomas Transtromer real heart beautiful The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: 'I am not empty, I am open'. Tomas Transtromer wall taken prayer I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case Tomas Transtromer violin black shadow Every abstract picture of the world is as impossible as a blueprint of a storm. Don't be ashamed because you're human: be proud! Inside you, vaults behind vaults open endlessly. You will never be finished, and that's as it should be. Tomas Transtromer storm proud world I am still the place where creation does some work on itself. Tomas Transtromer creation stills doe A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow. Tomas Transtromer bigger shadow photograph It's always so early in here, before the crossroads, before the irrevocable choices. Thank you for this life! Still I miss the alternatives. The sketches, all of them, want to become real. Tomas Transtromer choices real thank-you Sometimes my life opened its eyes in the dark. A feeling as if crowds drew through the streets in blindness and anxiety on the way towards a miracle, while I invisibly remain standing. Tomas Transtromer my-life eyes feeling life I walk slowly into myself, through a forest of empty suits of armor. Tomas Transtromer forest walk myself empty suits Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies. Tomas Transtromer place society poetry dark
