¬†Poetry by Tomas Transtromer Under Pressure The blue sky's engine-drone is deafening. We're living here on a shuddering work-site where the ocean depths can suddenly open up - shells and telephones hiss. You can see beauty only from the side, hastily, The dense grain on the field, many colours in a yellow stream. The... Continue Reading →

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