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- Author: Kjell Espmark
- Publisher: Marick Press
- Year: 2012
- Pages: 140
- ISBN-10: 1934851388
- ISBN-13: 9781934851388
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.9 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Poetry. Translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton. Robin Fulton generously delivers precise translations of the renowned Swedish poet Kjell Espmark. Espmark may speak eloquently of a man without voice, withoutthe sufficient language to act, as he writes in his poem "Silence":
It's getting dark. The spruce trees blacken
like the pages of my calendar. But turn the pages
and let the blackness light your way.
Yes, I usually speak in a borrowed voice,
the voice of the woman who reads in me
translating my Swedish into Swedish.
Like pressing oneself through a keyhole
and almost getting shoulders and hips through it.
But this poet's words ring in our ears in a language beyond words, beyond continents or social strata; his voice is that of a man who has something to say that we all must hear.
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- Author: Kjell Espmark
- Publisher: Marick Press
- Year: 2012
- Pages: 140
- ISBN-10: 1934851388
- ISBN-13: 9781934851388
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.9 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Poetry. Translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton. Robin Fulton generously delivers precise translations of the renowned Swedish poet Kjell Espmark. Espmark may speak eloquently of a man without voice, withoutthe sufficient language to act, as he writes in his poem "Silence":
It's getting dark. The spruce trees blacken
like the pages of my calendar. But turn the pages
and let the blackness light your way.
Yes, I usually speak in a borrowed voice,
the voice of the woman who reads in me
translating my Swedish into Swedish.
Like pressing oneself through a keyhole
and almost getting shoulders and hips through it.
But this poet's words ring in our ears in a language beyond words, beyond continents or social strata; his voice is that of a man who has something to say that we all must hear.
Reviews