At times my life suddenly opens its eyes in the dark.
A feeling of masses of people pushing blindly
through the streets, excitedly, toward some miracle,
while I remain here and no one sees me.
It is like the child who falls asleep in terror
listening to the heavy thumps of his heart.
For a long, long time till morning puts his light in the locks
and the doors of darkness open.
by Tomas Tranströmer.
from The Half-Finished Heaven
Swedish translation by Robert Bly, 2001
Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minnesota