Yeah, Spring just kind of sneaks up on you like this, and when it does 'The colours blaze. Everything turns around.' The earth is alive again and so are we.
Face to Face - Tomas Transtromer
In February life stood still.
The birds refused to fly and the soul
grated against the landscape as a boat
chafes against the jetty where it’s moored.
The trees were turned away. The snow’s depth
measured by the stubble poking through.
The footprints grew old out on the ice-crust.
Under a tarpaulin, language was being broken down.
Suddenly, something approaches the window.
I stop working and look up.
The colours blaze. Everything turns around.
The earth and I spring at each other.
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