For seashells and telephones, from The Half-Finished Heaven.

from Under Pressure / by Tomas Transtromer, translated by Robert Bly

The restless shadows in my head want to go out there.
They want to crawl in the grain and turn into something gold.

For Golden Geese, from The Star by My Head, edited by Malena Morling and Jonas Ellerstrom.

from It is so strange / by Tua Forsstrom

life becomes slow and strong
like Mahler’s Fifth 

For church bells and Wednesdays, from New and Collected Poems, by Tomas Tranströmer.

from November in the Former DDR / by Tomas Tranströmer

For the beauty of small things, from The Star by My Head, Poets from Sweden edited and translated by Malena Morling and Jonas Ellerstrom.

from the flowers are sleeping / by Gunnar Ekelof (1907-1968)

and the children play quietly with words on the floor

For cold and waiting for the man who fixes the heater with heater magic, from The Star By My Head, translated by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström.

from Sung / by Gunnar Ekelöf (1907-1968)

The moon is searching in all things
for its lost inheritance.

For the pups, from The Star By My Head, edited and translated by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström.

from The Dogs / by Werner Aspenström (1918-1997)

The night is vast.
The heavens are turning in silence.

For childhood, from The Star by My Head, edited and translated from the Swedish by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström.

from The Trees of My Childhood / by Edith Sodergran (1892-1923)

Now we’d like to tell you your life’s secret:
the key to all secrets is in the grass on the raspberry slope.