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Tuesday Poetry: Tomas Tranströmer, “The Indoors is Endless”

Robin Fulton translation from Swedish from poetryfoundation.org “The Indoors is Endless” Tomas Tranströmer It’s spring in 1827, Beethoven hoists his death-mask and sails off. The grindstones are turning in Europe’s windmills. The wild geese are flying northwards. Here is the … Continue reading

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