“‘Waking up is a parachute jump from dreams. Free of the suffocating turbulence the traveler sinks toward the green zone of morning,’ the poem reads. ‘Things flare up. From the viewpoint of the quivering lark he is aware of the huge root systems of the trees, their swaying underground lamps. But aboveground there’s greenery — a tropical flood of it — with lifted arms, listening to the beat of an invisible pump.'”
Tomas Transtromer has won the Nobel prize for literature.
The Guardian live-blogged the announcement.
“Translating Tomas Transtromer,” from The New Yorker.
A partial list of works by Transtromer.
Last, but not least, our own Sugar references his poem “The Blue House” in Dear Sugar column #71.
