{"id":14019,"date":"2014-04-14T10:39:16","date_gmt":"2014-04-14T14:39:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/?p=14019"},"modified":"2014-04-14T10:39:16","modified_gmt":"2014-04-14T14:39:16","slug":"the-shadow-more-real","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/2014\/04\/14\/the-shadow-more-real\/","title":{"rendered":"The Shadow More Real"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
Efter n\u00c3\u00a5gons d\u00c3\u00b6d<\/strong><\/td>\nAfter a death<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Det var en g\u00c3\u00a5ng en chock
\nsom l\u00c3\u00a4mnade efter sig en l\u00c3\u00a5ng, blek, skimrande kometsvans.
\nDen hyser oss. Den g\u00c3\u00b6r TV-bilderna suddiga.
\nDen avs\u00c3\u00a4tter sig som kalla droppar p\u00c3\u00a5 luftledningarna.<\/p>\n

Man kan fortfarande hasa fram p\u00c3\u00a5 skidor i vintersolen
\nmellan dungar d\u00c3\u00a4r fjol\u00c3\u00a5rsl\u00c3\u00b6ven h\u00c3\u00a4nger kvar.
\nDe liknar blad rivna ur gamla telefonkataloger –
\nabonnenternas namn uppslukade av k\u00c3\u00b6lden.<\/p>\n

Det \u00c3\u00a4r fortfarande sk\u00c3\u00b6nt att k\u00c3\u00a4nna sitt hj\u00c3\u00a4rta bulta.
\nMen ofta k\u00c3\u00a4nns skuggan verkligare \u00c3\u00a4n kroppen.
\nSamurajen ser obetydlig ut
\nbredvid sin rustning av svarta drakfj\u00c3\u00a4ll.<\/td>\n

Once there was a shock
\nthat left behind a long, shimmering comet tail.
\nIt keeps us inside. It makes the TV pictures snowy.
\nIt settles in cold drops on the telephone wires.<\/p>\n

One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun
\nthrough brush where a few leaves hang on.
\nThey resemble pages torn from old telephone directories.
\nNames swallowed by the cold.<\/p>\n

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat
\nbut often the shadow seems more real than the body.
\nThe samurai looks insignificant
\nbeside his armor of black dragon scales.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

—Tomas Transtr\u00c3\u00b6mer, translated by Robert Bly. Transtr\u00c3\u00b6mer reading the original<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Efter n\u00c3\u00a5gons d\u00c3\u00b6d After a death Det var en g\u00c3\u00a5ng en chock som l\u00c3\u00a4mnade efter sig en l\u00c3\u00a5ng, blek, skimrande kometsvans. Den hyser oss. Den g\u00c3\u00b6r TV-bilderna suddiga. Den avs\u00c3\u00a4tter sig som kalla droppar p\u00c3\u00a5 luftledningarna. Man kan fortfarande hasa fram p\u00c3\u00a5 skidor i vintersolen mellan dungar d\u00c3\u00a4r fjol\u00c3\u00a5rsl\u00c3\u00b6ven h\u00c3\u00a4nger kvar. De liknar blad rivna […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[1938,2549,1937,1936],"class_list":["post-14019","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books","tag-a-spy-and-a-discrete-follower","tag-poetry","tag-skuggan","tag-swedish"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14019","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14019"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14019\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14019"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14019"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14019"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}