Midwinter" A blue sheen radiates from my clothes…

A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really…

— Tomas Transtromer

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body.

— Tomas Transtromer

I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case

— Tomas Transtromer

“Thank you for this life! Still I miss the alternatives.”

— Tomas Tranströmer

We always feel younger than we are. I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings. The sum of them…

— Tomas Transtromer

A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow.

— Tomas Transtromer

I am still the place where creation does some work on itself.

— Tomas Transtromer

I walk slowly into myself, through a forest of empty suits of armor.

— Tomas Transtromer

Every abstract picture of the world is as impossible as a blueprint of a storm. Don't be ashamed because you're human: be proud! Inside…

— Tomas Transtromer

“Jag som älskar att ströva och försvinna i mängden, en bokstav T i den oändliga textmassan.”

— Tomas Tranströmer

Sometimes my life opened its eyes in the dark. A feeling as if crowds drew through the streets in blindness and anxiety on the…

— Tomas Transtromer

In the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being…

— Tomas Transtromer

“The gentle downward slope gets steeper and imperceptibly becomes an abyss.”

— Tomas Tranströmer

“Every person is a half-opened door leading to a room for everyone.”

— Tomas Transtromer

“I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn't write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through…

— Tomas Tranströmer