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“Autumn came, with wind and gold.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Life in the Woods

“In the middle of life, death comes
to take your measurements. The visit
is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit
is being sewn on the sly.”
― Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World

“Tired of all who come with words, words but no language
I went to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
The unwritten pages spread themselves out in all directions!
I come across the marks of roe-deer's hooves in the snow.
Language, but no words.”
― Tomas Transtromer

“I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn't write
swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship
and drifted away at last through the night sky.”
― Tomas Tranströmer, The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems

“The calendar is full but the future is blank.”
― Tomas Tranströmer, The Deleted World

“Thank you for this life! Still I miss the alternatives.”
― Tomas Tranströmer

“I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings.”
― Tomas Tranströmer, Memories Look at Me

“Every abstract picture of the world is as impossible as a blueprint of a storm,”
― Tomas Tranströmer, The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems

“The gentle downward slope gets steeper
and imperceptibly becomes an abyss.”
― Tomas Tranströmer, New Collected Poems

“And the emptiness turns its face to us and whispers, 'I am not empty, I am open.”
― Tomas Tranströmer

“No one decides where I go, least of all myself, though each step is where it must be.”
― Tomas Transtromer

“But every person has their own encyclopedia written, which grows out from each soul, composed from birth onward, hundreds of thousands of pages pressing into each other and yet there’s air between them! Like trembling leaves in a forest. A book of contradictions. What’s in there is revised by the moment; the images touch themselves up, the words flicker. A wave washes through the entire text, followed by the next wave, and the next . . .”
― Tomas Tranströmer, The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems