by Emily

Tomas Tranströmer

I open the first door.
It is a large sunlit room.
A heavy car passes outside
and makes the china quiver.

I open door number two.
Friends! You drank some darkness
and became visible.

Door number three. A narrow hotel room.
View on an alley.
One lamppost shines on the asphalt.
Experience, its beautiful slag.

I’m back to Tranströmer’s Selected Poems and enjoying it as much this time around as I have previously. Despite being titled “Elegy” which suggests sorrow, this poem begins with light, and while rife with solitude and quietness, it speaks of immense love.