Andrum: Juli: Swedish and 4 English Translations

Den som ligger på rygg under de höga träden är också däruppe. Han rännilar sig ut i tusentals             kvistar, gungar fram och tillbaka, sitter i en katapultstol som går loss i ultrarapid.   Den som står nere vid bryggorna kisar mot vattnen. Bryggorna åldras fortare än människor. De har silvergrått virke och stenar i magen. Det bländande ljuset slår ända in.   Den som färdas hela dagen i öppen båt över de glittrande fjärdarna ska somna till sist inne i en blå lampa medan öarna kryper som stora nattfjärilar över glaset. translation by Sven Borei Who lies on his back under the high trees is also there. He rills out into thousands of twigs swaying back and forth, sits in a catapult seat released in ultra-rapid. Who stands down by the docks squints towards water. Docks age faster than people. They have silver-grey wood and stones within. The blinding light rips its way to the core. Who sails all night in an open boat over the glittering bights will at last fall asleep inside a blue lamp while the isles creep like giant moths over the glass. from Dark Adaptation, 1966-1970 translation by May Swenson Breathing Room: July Lying on his back under tall trees he is also up there. He rills into thousands of twigs and branches, is swayed back and forth, as if in a catapult seat outflung in slow motion.   Standing down by the jetties he squints across the waters. The docks age sooner than men. Made of splintered silver gray planks, and with stones in their bellies.The blinding light rips its way straight through.   Sailing all day in an open boat over the glittering bights, he will fall asleep at last inside a blue lamp while islands like great nocturnal moths creep over the glass. translation by Robert Fulton Breathing Space July The man lying on his back under the high trees is up there too. He rills out in thousandfold twigs, sways to and fro, sits in an ejector seat that releases in slow motion. The man down by the jetties narrows his eyes at the water. The jetties grow old more quickly than people. They have silver grey timber and stones in their stomachs. The blinding light beats right in. The man traveling all day in an open boat over the glittering straits Will sleep at last inside a blue lamp while the islands creep like large moths across the glass. translation by Robert Bly Breathing Space July The man who lies on his back under huge trees is also up in them. He branches out into thousands of tiny branches. He sways back and forth, he sits in a catapult chair that hurtles forward in slow motion. The man who stands down at the dock screws up his eyes against the water. Docks get older faster than men. They have silver-gray posts and boulders in their gut. The dazzling light drives straight in. The man who spends the whole day in an open boat moving over the luminous bays will fall asleep at last inside the shade of his blue lamp as the islands crawl like huge moths over the globe.