Landscape with Suns

The sun emerges from behind the house
stands in the middle of the street
and breathes on us
with its red wind.
Innsbruck I must leave you.
But tomorrow
there will be a glowing sun
in the gray, half-dead forest
where we must work and live.

poem by Tomas Transtromer from The Sorrow Gondola
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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