14 January 2008

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago, I wish I'd sailed the darkened seas

by Tomas Transtromer (trans. Robert Bly)

Night, two o’clock, moonlight. The train has stopped
in the middle of the plain. Distant bright points of a town
twinkle cold on the horizon.

As when someone has gone into a dream so far
that he’ll never remember he was there
when he comes back to his room.

And as when someone goes into a sickness so deep
that all his former days become twinkling points, a swarm,
cold and feeble on the horizon.

The train stands perfectly still.
Two o’clock: full moonlight, few stars.

Lou Reed "Heroin", Olympia Theatre, Paris, 1975

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