The sun is so bright that it breaks open
the gates with its beams
This is an hour
Light from outer space
Which renders human blockades
If you puase
That's when the light comes in
en sten i mig
som står framför de passande orden
om jag vrider
kommer den inte någonstans
och håller min kropp
Saturday in St. Paul’s garden; I Guess We’d All Be Minor Serfs and Merchants in The Pillars of the Earth But We Can Dream Our Colours
I do not seek to explain.
For my heart is little and inconsequential
And a movement happens in the grey
(A grey turned pink by looking too long)
And the yellow of the ginkgo falls down.
The little kid running past has been dressed for this moment in his over-ripe lemon jacket
His father asks is that boring? As he quickly leaves a pile of autumn’s papers as soon as he’s given them a kick
No, dad - what, dad? Dad, I just want to look at this over here, look how interesting it all is! Look!
That ‘arresting’ still life by a Spaniard (the one with lemons you can’t zest any longer) did not condemn me to write.
Interest is a dove which looks inwards to see outwards with an olive branch
‘It’s all going to be ok!’