By Tomas Tranströmer
A blue light
radiates from my clothing.
Midwinter.
Clattering tambourines of ice.
I close my eyes.
There is a silent world
there is a crack
where the dead
are smuggled across the border.
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(Source Barbara Chai, wsj blog, wsj.com)
Tomas Tranströmer. Born in Stockholm in 1931. He is Scandinavia’s preeminent poet. Tranströmer is the recipient of the 2011 Nobel Prize for Literature. His other honors and awards include the Aftonbladets Literary Prize, the Bonnier Award for Poetry, the Neustadt International Prize for Literature, the Oevralids Prize, the Petrach Prize in Germany, and the Swedish Award from International Poetry Forum.
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May 21, 2011
Corpse Fuel Hoarders
By Irfan Firnanda
After observing silent, he finally sprayed his body with kerosene, diesel, and gasoline and then set fire to himself, beginning from the end of the hair.
May 19, 2011
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Irfan Firnanda. Often writing poetry. His works are widely spread on social networking sites. Living in Jakarta.
After observing silent, he finally sprayed his body with kerosene, diesel, and gasoline and then set fire to himself, beginning from the end of the hair.
May 19, 2011
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Irfan Firnanda. Often writing poetry. His works are widely spread on social networking sites. Living in Jakarta.
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