A Place in the Woods

(Found here)

On the way there a couple of startled wings

fluttered, and that was all. One goes there alone.

It is a lofty building made entirely of open spaces,

a building which sways all the time, but is never

able to fall. The sun, changed into a thousand suns,

drifts in through the open slivers. And an inverse

law of gravity takes hold in the play of light: this

house floats anchored in the sky, and what falls

falls upward. It makes you turn around. In the

woods it is all right to grieve. It’s all right to see the

old truths, which we usually keep packed away in

the luggage. My roles down there in the deep places

fly up, hang like dried skulls in an ancestor hut on a

remote Melanesian island. A childlike light around

the terrifying trophies. Woods are mild that way.

~Tomas Tranströmer (Translated by Robert Bly)