Somehow, I never posted this…so here it is, another Monday, and time for a poem.
In the bookstore in the new SF airport terminal, they had (surprisingly) the wonderful bookof Tomas Tranströmer’s Selected Poems, edited and introduced by Robert Hass. I couldn’t resist buying a copy. Here’s a selection:
The building is closed. The sun crowds in through the windowpanes
and warms up the surfaces of desks
that are strong enough to take the load of human fate.