Tomas Transtromer

Sometimes my life opened its eyes in the dark. A feeling as if crowds drew through the streets in blindness and anxiety on the way towards a miracle, while I invisibly remain standing. ↗

— Tomas Transtromer

#blindness #crowds #dark #drew #eyes

A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow. ↗

— Tomas Transtromer

#bigger #clearer #himself #his #instant

I am still the place where creation does some work on itself. ↗

— Tomas Transtromer

#creation #does #i #i am #itself

I walk slowly into myself, through a forest of empty suits of armor. ↗

— Tomas Transtromer

#empty #forest #i #into #myself

It's always so early in here, before the crossroads, before the irrevocable choices. Thank you for this life! Still I miss the alternatives. The sketches, all of them, want to become real. ↗

— Tomas Transtromer

#always #become #before #choices #crossroads

Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies. ↗

— Tomas Transtromer

#dark #distinction #drifts #further #his

The language marches in step with the executioners. Therefore we must get a new language. ↗

— Tomas Transtromer

#language #marches #must #new #step