- Alone By Tomas Transtromer
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One evening in February I came near to dying here.
- The approaching traffic had huge lights.
- They shone on me while I pulled at the wheel
in a transparent terror that floated like egg white.
- A post shot up and cracked - a sharp clang - it
flew away in the darkness.
- Face coated with clay.
- The murmuring rises and falls
while they divide up among themselves
the sky, the shadows, the sand grains.
Alone By Tomas Transtromer 
