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Tomas Transtromer

Tomas Gösta Tranströmer (Swedish: [ˈtumas ˈjœsta ˈtraːnˌstrømər]; 15 April 1931 – 26 March 2015) was a Swedish poet, psychologist and translator. His poems captured the long Swedish winters, the rhythm of the seasons and the palpable, atmospheric beauty of nature. Tranströmer's work is also characterized by a sense of mystery and wonder underlying the routine of everyday life, a quality which often gives his poems a religious dimension. He has been described as a Christian poet.

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

Creation, Doe, Place, Stills, Work

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.

Choices, Crossroads, Real, Sketches, Thank You

In the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being sewn on the sly.

Death, Goes On, Measurement, Sly, Suits, Take

A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.

Knowing, Life, Magnifying, Night, Summer, Swell

I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case

Black, Carried, Case, Like, Shadow, Violin

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

Bigger, Clearer, Photograph, Shadow, Shows

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body.

Beautiful, Hear, Heart, Real

We always feel younger than we are. I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings. The sum of them is me. The mirror sees only my latest face, while I know all my previous ones.

Carry, Contains, Faces, Mirrors, Ones, Tree

The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: 'I am not empty, I am open'.

Place, Prayer, Sky, Taken, Wall, Whispers

Every abstract picture of the world is as impossible as a blueprint of a storm. Don't be ashamed because you're human: be proud! Inside you, vaults behind vaults open endlessly. You will never be finished, and that's as it should be.

Abstract, Finished, Proud, Storm, World