TOMAS MIKAEL BÄCK
KJELL WESTÖ (ANDERS HED)
HENRIKA RINGBOM (b. 1962) is a Finland-Swedish poet, who also writes prose and essays. She has published four collections of poems, the latest of which Den vita vinthunden (The White Greyhound, 2001), and a novel. In her work unite keenness to images and exact, mucial language.
|EVERYTHING, AS IT IS
No one chooses not to be lead astray.
As stubborn as I was
there was always somewhere to flee.
In fact I already had for a long time
been walking on a plank over dangerous waters.
Nothing is new and I walk on the plank.
There I reach the end.
I am dead and I cry
but slowly I realize
that I too have to die
to be able to forget. In the wall
there is then an opening. A small jump
and I step out into the daylight,
away from the dirty waters
and from the long bleak
walk. I stride
up from the strand and
my soles know the grass
they know that they soon will reach
a humid spot with moss
and I think in the dream,
because I know that I am dreaming,
of the concealed layers that hide and let go
the neglected, slumbering memories of the soul
The sky cloudy, grey
Soles of feet on warm stone
Excuse me, I have to get off
On my birthday I rose early
No one chooses not to be lead...
The first day when I walk around...
In the middle of the night
At about ten it was wonderfully
How dangerous the sky is to the eye
Oh to be a mouth
What all does the mouth not go...
In the great emptiness
To exist in every moment
Imagine that the road is
In the room concealed
What one says is
At the bottom of every eye
Like a jolt through