From “Aase’s Death” [“I walk naturally”]

Translated from the Swedish

I walk naturally
through the white flutter
Apollo butterflies flicker
float, ease up

paper swallows
rustle weightlessly bouncing
in puffs of wind
through layers of air and moisture
in a blurry garden

The night owl sulks
beneath the chimney cowl
to avoid
torturous blackbirds

Loons call from down in the lake

This is
a remote archipelago

The piano has no gray keys

Nobody works
everyone dies

Notes:

Read the translator's note by Johannes Göransson.