Carolers down the street.
He always went the other way.
Chimes of silent bells;
tongue taken out
or covered in felt.
And when people told him
to buy the ex-wife a fine wine
he went with wool socks instead.
Except the first time they made love
on a wintry day like this
snow falling as he came down.
There seemed to be music
coming from deep within
the winter clothes
of Christmas shoppers
and as they passed
he bid them Merry Christmas
and it was as though
they were somehow pleased
to hear it.
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 2:12 AM UTC
Carolers down the street.
He always went the other way.
Chimes of silent bells;
tongue taken out
or covered in felt.
And when people told him
to buy the ex-wife a fine wine
he went with wool socks instead.
Except the first time they made love
on a wintry day like this
snow falling as he came down.
There seemed to be music
coming from deep within
the winter clothes
of Christmas shoppers
and as they passed
he bid them Merry Christmas
and it was as though
they were somehow pleased
to hear it.
For Tomas Tranströmer.