When I wrote my first story, I introduced it with a poem that I thought summed up the mood and the theme of the story.
I think that adds something to the larger work and I’m going to do it again, now.
My second story, the one I’m writing now, will be published via wordpress.com and will be submitted to my Facebook Page, starting August 20.
But now, I would like to begin by adding this poem, another by Tomas Transtromer.
It is called TRACKS
2 AM: moonlight. The train has stopped
out in the middle of the plain. Far away, points of light in a town,
flickering coldly at the horizon.
As when someone has fallen into a dream so deep
he’ll never remember having been there
when he comes to his room.
As when someone has fallen into an illness so deep
everything his days were becomes a few flickering points, a swarm,
cold and tiny on the horizon.
The train is standing quite still.
2 AM: bright moonlight, few stars.