आज़ादी विशेषांक / Freedom Special

अंक 13 / Issue 13

The Words Begin as Butterflies: Birgitta Trotzig

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2. A Death

Sky and light
A flood of light rushes downward over the city,
watertower, churchtower, hospital
On the river of light the body floats like Osiris
toward the night and the dismembering
The light breathes through the face shapes the face
The light shapes the body which is a dream – black
cliffs, a grey river, cliffs tumble and fall, stones
burst, the river of light simmers
The body is drawn through and woven through by
vessels of light. It floats in the air. On its grey
sheet of death it floats high above the city in the
green summer air in the river of light dragging along
with it city, hospital, people in furious whirls
upwards

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