Tomas Tranströmer

MIDWINTER 

A blue light 

streams out of my clothes. 

Midwinter. 

Ringing tambourines of ice. 

I close my eyes. 

There is a silent world, 

there is a crack

where the dead 

are smuggled over the border. 

Tomas Tranströmer

TO FRIENDS BEHIND A BORDER 

I

I wrote to you so cautiously. But what I couldn't say
filled and grew like a hot-air balloon
and finally floated away through the night sky.

II

Now my letter is with the censor. He lights his lamp.
In its glare my words leap out like monkeys at a wire mesh,
clattering it, stopping to bear their teeth.

III

Read between the lines. We will meet in two hundred years
when the microphones in the hotel walls are forgotten –
when they can sleep at last, become ammonites.

Version by Robin Robertson

rupi kaur

i know it's hard
believe me
i know it feels like
tomorrow will never come
and today will be the most
difficult day to get through
but i swear you will get through
the hurt will pass
as it always does
if you give it time and
let it so let it
go
slowly
like a broken promise
let it go