Även i sommarens
drunknar ljuset tillslut
i bruset från fjäderlätt natt.
Translation to English by myself
Even in summer’s
the light finally drowns
to buzz of featherlight night.
My mother died a few weeks ago. She had been unwell and lost to the haze of dementia for years, but now her struggle finally ended. Even though she had been slipping in pieces, the sense of loss is big.
I felt that I had to write a brief poem to go with her eulogy in the newspaper (in Swedish) and here you can read both the original Swedish version and my own translation.
Linked to the Tuesday Platform at toads.
June 25, 2019