Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.
The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a draught.
And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.
Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.
Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.
The endless ground under us.
The water is shining among the trees.
The lake is a window into the earth.
A precious gift this poetry to the readers and likes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kenneth Brannagh (as Kurt Wallander) reads this poem at the end of the Wallander TV series.
He did. It was a wonderful rendition and gave the poem even more life.