"Many ideas grow better when transplanted into another mind than in the one where they sprang up."
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes
"Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real."
~ Jules Verne
Portrait with dead daughter
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Once there was a shock
that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail.
It keeps us inside. It makes the TV pictures snowy.
It settles in cold drops on the telephone wires.
One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun
through brush where a few leaves hang on.
They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories.
Names swallowed by the cold.
It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat
but often the shadow seems more real than the body.
The samurai looks insignificant
beside his armor of black dragon scales.
by Swedish poet Tomas Tranströmer, winner of this years Nobel Prize for Poetry
Translated by Robert Bly
Der Arzt, Das Mädchen, Und Der Tod (The Doctor, The Girl, And Death) by Ivo Saliger, 1920.
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The Dead Bird
By Margaret Wise Brown and Remy Charlip (1958)
