The Half Finished Heaven ~ Tomas Transtromer

The Half-Finished Heaven

Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.

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The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a draught.

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And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.

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Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.

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Each person is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.

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The endless ground under us.

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The water is shining among the trees.

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The lake is a window into the earth.

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-Tomas Tranströmer

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Generally just Being. Nothing in particular, no claims to fame. I like gardening and the sea, nature, art in all forms from poetry to films and everything in between, and being in the company of my family.

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