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Monthly Archives: February 2019

Allegro by Tranströmer

Allegro (på svenska)

Jag spelar Haydn efter en svart dag
och känner en enkel värme i händerna.

Tangenterna vill. Milda hammare slår.
Klangen är grön, livlig och stilla.

Klangen säger att friheten finns
och att någon inte ger kejsaren skatt.

Jag kör ner händerna i mina haydnfickor
och härmar en som ser lugnt på världen.

Jag hissar haydnflaggan – det betyder:
»Vi ger oss inte. Men vill fred.«

Musiken är ett glashus på sluttningen
där stenarna flyger, stenarna rullar.

Och stenarna rullar tvärs igenom
men varje ruta förblir hel.

 

Allegro (in English)

I play Haydn after a black day
and feel an easy warmth in my hands.

The keys want. Gentle hammers strike.
The tone is green, lively and calm.

The tone says that freedom exists
and that someone didn’t give the emperor tax.

I guide my hands down into my Haydn pockets
and mimic one who sees peace in the world.

I lift the Haydn flag – it says:
“We don’t give up. But want peace.”

The music is a glasshouse on the hillside
where the stones fly, the stones roll.

And the stones roll straight through
but every window pane remains whole.

Swedish poetry

Poetry is beautiful. I have to be in a good mood to appreciate reading poetry. Last autumn I bought a collection with Swedish poetry. When I went to high school I learnt a few poems by heart. I liked “Jag längtar till landet som icke är…” by Södergran, since I am grown up in the country side. I was surprised when I found her poem in the book. I had forgotten those words.

Moreover, I found a poem by Tranströmer “Allegro” that I like. Previously, I wrote that poetry is very associated to music for me. Tranströmer played the piano, and there is some kind of rhythm in this poem that I like. And the combination of words is beautiful. So, please enjoy. I found an English translation. Contradictions are fascinating. It has been snowing like in terms of Allegro all day today, and it has not been a black day like the first line in this poem. No Adagio. Maybe musical terminology can describe the pace of life.