The room is striped by light and darkness

by Pär Hansson


The room is striped by light and darkness

The room is striped by light and darkness

it rocks and turns

an entire summer’s warm rays

are pressed in through the blinds

into stripes

in an opened spiral notebook in a

dusty gray eternity he stays

on the narrow sunlit fields and

tries to write but can’t

form the right flourished letters

cannot hold the pencil his hands

are transformed

into knife and fork and cannot

understand cannot comprehend in the least

with these clumsy silver utensils cut cleave

chop and chop

the paper into thin scraps of light

 

© Pär Hansson, translated by Jennifer Hayashida and Tim Dinan