In this quote United States poet Robert Bly talks about the Swedish poet Tomas Transtromer, "Even at 17 he realized that the dead 'wanted to have their portrait painted'." I love Transtromer's poetry. Here is an excerpt from one of his poems translated by Bly (please forgive, I forgot the title).
"A letter from America drove me out again, started me walking
through the luminous June night in the empty suburban streets
among newborn districts without memories, cool as blueprints."
Growing up in the suburbs, this resonated a lot for me.
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