The Tree and the Sky
There's a tree walking around in the rain
it rushes past us in the pouring grey.
It has an errand. It gathers life
out of the rain like a blackbird in an orchard.
When the rain stops so does the tree.
There it is, quiet on clear
nights waiting as we do for the moment
when the snowflakes blossom in space.
Tomas Transtromer
Translated by Robin Fulton
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