Lars Gustafsson
(1936-2016)
After rain
Summer rain's sky like an X-ray film
where light and shadows mingling show through.
Silent forest and not a single bird.
Your own eye like a droplet spilled under clouds,
reflecting the world: light and vague shadows.
And suddenly you know who you are:
a baffled stranger between soul and clouds,
only by the thin membrane of an image
are the world's depth and the eye's darkness kept separate.
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