The Suit Sewn in Silence: Tomas Tranströmer
I’m a Swedophile (See my July 13 post) and very fond of the poems of Tomas Tranströmer, the Swedish Nobel Laureate and psychologist. There is considerable probing into the human psyche with his lines; verses often whispered more than they declare as he unearths the mystery of being human’
Among his most haunting fragments is a brief meditation where death, unannounced, enters the room like a tailor and silently takes one’s measurements. The event passes unnoticed, but the suit is quietly prepared.
In this poem, life and death exist as cohabitants ; Tranströmer does not dramatize the moment. There is no grim reaper. Instead, there is a tailors measure and the reader watches in silence. That alone makes it more profound and beautiful. Death becomes a polite, a courtesy, yet inevitable. Life continues as it always has, but somewhere in the unspoken, the garment will finality be stitched.
This image exemplifies Tranströmer’s gift, like Lydia Davies mentioned yesterday, to compress the vastness of human experience into a few lines. And in Tranströmer’s poem, to make mortality feel both intimate and abstract.
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