From the Snowmelt of '66
Translated By Patty Crane
Rushing rushing water's rumbling old hypnosis.
The river's flooding the car-graveyard, glittering
behind the masks.
I grab hold of the bridge railing.
The bridge: a large iron bird sailing past death.
Copyright Credit: Tomas Transtromer, "From the Snowmelt of ‘66" from Bright Scythe. Copyright © 2015 by Tomas Transtromer. Reprinted by permission of Sarabande Books, Inc..
Source: Bright Scythe (Sarabande Books, 2015)