Johannes Göransson
[This poem is dedicated]
This poem is dedicated
to a poet dying in spanish
while his mother dies in
an english hospital
det ängelska sjukhuset
the angel-sick house of summer
where I listen to the radio
it's about genitals and they are
fine in spanish they are fine
on syréner blood
is on the leaves the throats
of the lilac is like history
impossible to hear
due to the rabble la la la
I can't hear a thing
tingeling the thing I hear
is my wife doing that silver
thing to summer
until it's over she is inte här
the summer is not over here it's still
not över but she does the end-voices
in a landscape painting
with an ugly tree with two girls
from 1923 I can't hear her I know
she is not here you are here
Lillia and Hanna you will
grow up to be history
I will grow up to be porcelain
for Hector Viel Temperley