Swedish Poetry 1
A Stillness Expanded A stillness expanded, soft a
s sunny winter forests. How did my will grow sure and my way obedient to me? I carried in my hand an etched bowl of ringing glass. Then my foot became so cautious and will not stumble. Then my hand became so careful and will not tremble. Then I was flooded over and carried by the strength from fragile things Karin Boye, from För trädets skull (For the Tree’s sake), 1935 Translated by David McDuff SWEDISH POETRY 14