Tomas Tranströmer Quotes

In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on....

I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn't write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airs...

I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings.

Death stoops over me.I'm a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beatbut often the shadow seems more real than the body.

No one decides where I go, least of all myself, though each step is where it must be.

Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation,...