Far Away

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Dag Hjalmar Agne Carl Hammarskjöld  (1905 - 1961)

The brilliant notes of the flute
Are heard by the gods
In the Cave of Birth.

Himalayan ice-cliffs
beyond the hills
Of Vézelay at Easter.

Apes. The moon woke them -
Round the world's navel revolved
Prayer-wheels of steps.

A place of rest. Charcoal fires.
Deep in the mirror
Wishnu is at peace.

On Christmas Eve Good Friday
Was foretold them
In a trumpet fanfare.

Sough of palm and beat of wave
Joined in the anthem
From the land of snow.

Orgasms of bodies
On hot nights, lit
By flickers of summer lightning.

With a thrill of desire
His body sank, sun-drenched,
Into the salt wave.

Translated from Swedish by Alfred A. Knopf Inc. and Faber&Faber Ltd

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