GUNNAR BJÖRLING
WHERE I KNOW THAT YOU
II
O sure there are,
and every human.
- you
and have a face.
I - and until I lie down
I - that one word
I - that with your features.
Never saw I
as in the morning
I
you.
As a before the waking
your feature
pure-shape.
O which was part of the absolute
with you.
Maybe flee
and vanish
such you.
It is you I
you
always.
When that am allowed meet
and I wait that becomes morning.
- that
for me is,
and now looks
at me.
You - and when as in explanation
with a slanteyed
or mildness.
Thus received it
and for weeks followed you me.
O joy
when morning
o joy - to live
a while.
To thread to
and with mouth
with my face
unslakable.
You
the my doubt's plea
- and toward heaven set your path.
Do you have
a toe
that it is your
your own
I look at you
and yearn that
you come.
I thought that your foot, that made for me
your hands' finger belonged to me
and you feature carried its fragrance for me
I stroked your hair.
Merely an image
and I learn that, the smile
above human.
Yes, your image
but I cannot
tell me
I beg that you
your images
years and situations.
When young and went uncertain
- that which you in words' luster
to memory.
- seek a word, a name
that on these plains
beneath leafless trees.
You
your fragrance
– purity
above all
your eye.
Say not a word
I know from
before birth
I have recognized
– all.
To never that which you will reach
the thorncrown of the meaningless closes its circle around.
When the sun
has smelted down
I meet your
feature's hand.
Give,
and is a bygone
– o that in
your heart!
And earth moves around your house
only that you as you are.
O high halls
that human that earth.
O these hands
o that your day and your night
the shadows see
there are many shadows in the room
the worlds see,
o these hands!
But at times we tremble so darkly
I think that there are many gods that exist
the whole world is god and only god
and looks through.
Say, say your
little traits
say that how
goes you sun down for me
say that how
went sun up
when were moons
lit
in the course
of time?
That not the roses' bride
that not the heavens' wavegreen and the fields' rocking plume
that not the sun stepped down on my island.
Once upon a time and leaves were young and sun shone on you
and some gaze saw you.
Your eye
human's eye
no day reaches
you
all is separate
steps
and wanders.
The clear fragrance
and blades that
fall
and air a larchtreetall
and wildwine
bleeds.
That on earth
that is like sparks and a fromwithin.
I my shoe soles
way
in that life:
nearness.
A flash of missing
in these parts
thanks
for to
– if absent.
That finger touches you
that world stands around you
that a light that I see you.
– that the day stands and heavens
and the night
and breathes in front of me.
You
a hand and touches you
and gaze seems to
calm.
And my voice, sound
my hand's pen has quavered
toward an unreachableness.
As the heavens
sank my hands
out of haze and fog
an unlocked
the murky.
All secrets
white eyes
that this niceness,
and fades.
You
that so wonderful
I thought that maybe not
others.
For it is I who is begging you
your face
I
one as a weaker still.
So still, forcedback I
it is you with your kind
you
that by your name.
We are a center
a human is among
the finest.
Now sun
now morning
begins the day
now is my
large
light
my echoes'
Valamo
my day, morning
Greenery and the halls of leaves
a newlit cluster in the chestnut tree's afterbloom
maple and linden, a summer-equilibrist-esplanade.
Roses and bluebottles and sunflower
and white-nettle flower
o that the anxious
the blackblue eye.
You, with graveflare
eyes
who on bier
laid
a saint
in sculpture
like dead, become
angels
– or children.
All in you
I beg you
all, all with
you
o you dust
your hair is
like before
your hand is
as.
Life
it was
storm enclosed
a large embrace's
all,
with all that was never sung
and nobody sang by their days
and nobody sang
that beauty.
When the days
cried and in blood you went
away
over the suspicioness's
way
when the days
cried
and in blood
went
your fate's
way
One time I am
with you
– and rawness
tramps upon human's heart.
That hides tonight
its saintliness.
One time I am
with you.
You went world
into.
Where no human thought
where only you
in the room, and the walls are not visible.
ad you have not risen up
you know not that exists
– there, there
may sleep carry your vigil.
When your facial features
like grass and water
like a day: and rose out of the bed
– but it is
a dream
and it is memory
it is mirage
and I saw it
it is memory
it is dream.
When your facial
features –.
May heavens die
may people anihilate
today and yesterday
may I stairs fall down
may I wander a shadow, and no heart I hear
may your glances stay silent and the mouth is pulled down beneath the chin
– you are the last, and with your hand.
That hand pressing
say, say your
hand
your forehead's
sensibility
your insignificant's
house
that like a
way and humans see.
Why can I not see you
why bloom you not
o my love
my armored house?
I see how you wander in the summer's nights
I see how it grows silent
I see that we can hear
I see how lives in the uninhabited houses
I see that it blooms
all blooms in the worlds' longing unreachableness
all blooms one time
that you bloom, you bloom
that time that time
and the keys sank.
This face feature
like yardpark flower
like blossoms in woods, by the ditches of meadows
in summersunshine.
This face feature
and nobody can see and not be saved.
As in a fenced-in park
an herbal bed concealed
a bit above ground
a colorless dimness
and secretive,
a slowed hand.
A human, a commandment
like the unknown
that as my unsaidness
you
that suns weave their weaving invisbly.
Translated
by Johannes Göransson.