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poems forthcominginTheNew Criterionand The Yale Review.These poems are fromThe Forest ofChildhood:Poems fromSweden, edited by
William Jay Smith and Leif Sj?berg, forthcoming inOctober from New Rivers Press.
Swedish Poets
Eight
halting at every tenth step that he took, clicking his heels and bellowing
some commands inGerman, while his right arm, like a semaphore, struck
out in a salute, fatally reminiscent of the one that at one time was pre
scribed in the country that thought itself solidly established for a thousand
years. One, two, three . . . ten steps, then, click?he stood at attention and
roared out a corporal's commands. It was not long before with your inner
eye you saw him with his exterior completely transformed: itwas no longer
in a khaki-colored suit that he drilled but in the striped rags of the concen
tration camp; and behind the unfortunate figure rose the smoke from the
chimneys of the gas ovens, thick and black against the ash-gray heavens.
HARRY MARTINSON:
Harry Martinson (1904-1978) is considered one of the foremost nature poets of Sweden.
His years at sea as a deckhand became a source of much of his subject matter in
books such as Cape Farewell (1934);FloweringNettle (1935);Passad (TradeWinds, 1945);
and his epic poem Aniara (1956). In1974he shared theNobel Prize forliterature
with
Eyvind Johnson.
Winter Piece
Delicate ermine tracks
cross lightly
William JaySmith: photo by RobertTurney
in eights on the winter snow
there where a hidden ice-brook with its white fur roof
winds forward,
Johannes Edfelt (1904- ) is a poet, translator, and essayist. He has been a member of
theSwedish Academy since 1968,and served on itsNobel Committee from1974 to 1989. the otter drinks from the ice-eye.
His poems fromsix decades are collected inEkolodning (Echo Sounding). In1989, When the children in red woolen caps come
Bonniers published Folieslagare (Companions), an anthology of his translations of poets
such as H?derlin, Rilke, Baudelaire, Yeats, and Whitman.
to hear the singing of this polar roof,
the otter digs into his cave
Closing Down theRailroad and watches their eyes through chinks in the ice.
lecting a layer of dust; the station-master's whistle is rusting in a corner, and arrange themselves in the current pecking order.
and ifyou could hear the weeds grow, you could also hear the moth gorge Only when this ismade clear
itself on the once flamboyant signal flag, now in a closet and unused for do they leap up to the roost.
many years. Soon they're all seated in rows around the rooster.
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He makes a stab or two at sleeping to suck giant squid from the caverns of the deep,
but there will be no sleep for a while. and a mad man with breakers around his forehead?
The hens fuss and shove. aboard a death-ship rattling with dry laurel?
them down. O love deep-sunken like a white tombstone
With peck and cawkle, he must quiet
Then there is a shifting and settling: or like a sail unfurling its unwritten poem!
one of the hens tries to remember the latest
worm she caught, II
It spurs on its growth with spring sighs of accumulated warmth. and then to be punished by rescue on a deserted island with
The tongues and edges of the nearest snowdrifts pepper-grass and sickening eggs,
shrink visibly in the spring gale. thrown out into his endless memory of oceans, lured by
The drippings from the roof begin to mark time in the barrel. merciless distances and hurricanes,
where man was doomed to hang fluttering from mast or tentpole,
Artur Lundkvist was a short story writer, novelist, essayist, translator, and magnified as at sunset,
(1906-1991)
in
poet. His book G/?d,published in1928,established himas thestrongest force Swedish an ocean rider who cursed fire,with the white scar carved
modernistpoetry. In1991,FourWalls EightWindows published his book Journeysin
and Annika with an by lightning's thrust along his body,
Dream and Imagination (translated by Ann B. Weissmann Planck,
introduction by Carlos Fuentes).
rebelling against the elements, against the fatherhood of nature,
the god of snow, being all powerful on its throne of skeletons,
Melville, America in a battle against the mountain of white myth, against the
in a landlocked love without waves or depths. he betrayed his damnation, lost his truth, his ocean, his
His darkened before the red eye of the night lamp, darkness and his struggle,
thoughts
birds numbly touched their brass became the man who had gone ashore, brotherless, among sisters
the morning's tongues.
The world's he bore within himself, a bellowing disguised, forbidden, witches averting their sex,
wailing
from oceans and sunken peaks. The horizon choked in this life,whitewashed with lime and snow,
revealed not a single sail. And in vain he sought victim for a sacrificial offering, for a murdered brother
the traces of a man's feet, broad as the leaves of waterlilies. made divine by treason,
did dust form on the lagoons of temptation? and he lost his manly voice, a eunuch of silence,
Why
I and thighbones and
did he see fires far off between tree trunks, but wheels continued to crush horizons
Why
and the whale's giant fin against the sky when it dived I distances were annihilated by firethat exploded in captivity.
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