A blue glow
Streams out from my clothes.
Midwinter.
A clinking tambour made of ice.
I close my eyes.
Somewhere there’s a silent world
And there is an opening
Where the dead
Are smuggled over the border.
— “Midwinter” by Tomas Tranströmer, 2011 Nobel Laureate
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